"They only have their own bad luck to blame." Zhang Chuan remained stubborn.
"Don't need to talk so much to a lunatic," Chi Jiao said.
Pei Yao suppressed the urge to beat Zhang Chuan up and turned to the side.
Chi Jiao stood up and walked to Zhang Chuan. She looked down at him, who was sitting on the chair. "Do you know what it's like to drown?"
Zhang Chuan's eyelids twitched when he heard that.
Before he could say anything, Chi Jiao waved at Beitang Lie.
Understanding what she wanted, he brought the basin of water to Zhang Chuan.
Chi Jiao held the back of Zhang Chuan's head and forced his face towards the basin.
Zhang Chuan was naturally resistant. He stiffened his neck and tried his best to resist her.
Chi Jiao pursed her lips in disdain. She twisted her hand and struck an acupuncture point on Zhang Chuan's neck.
