Jiang Zhen's breaths calmed down after Mingshen jabbed an injection into him.
"Can you not jab it a little gently!?"
He could see a tiny blue bruise forming at the spot where he stuck the injection. The bruise itched badly.
Mingshen mockingly laughed. "The Mafia King cannot handle an injection?"
He glared at him. "I can handle that teensy injection just fine, but what fuck was with that pressure? You were plunging it like a knife. Were you killing me?"
"Aww~ The new Mafia King cannot handle pain. During the good old times, Jiang Wei never used to let out even a syllable out of his mouth. Forget a syllable, his expression won't even twitch no matter how hard I poked. And hard I did it everytime~ You know? To take my revenge whenever he annoyed me."
He clicked his tongue. "But that bastard's pain bearing capacity is off the charts. Yang Mingshen always lost. But I won today! Celebration!"
"You…"
