"Why don't you say something nice and I'll let you go?" The man leaned over and pinched Liu Feng's chin, his tone frivolous.
Liu Feng, on the other hand, bit down hard on the man's thumb and index finger, not letting go. Soon, a bright red liquid seeped out from the corner of her mouth. It was the man's blood.
The man cried out in pain and slapped Liu Feng's face hard. He cursed angrily, "You b*tch! If you don't want to do it, then I'll grant you your wish."
Liu Feng was beaten to the ground.
This time, the man was no longer polite. He turned around and asked his subordinate to bring a bottle of green liquid and pour it into Liu Feng's mouth.
"Although you're mischievous, I'm still kind. I'll give you some face. At least you won't be in too much pain later."
The men almost stabbed the bottle into Liu Feng's throat.
