This was the first time the King of parasites had been subjected to such torture. He wished he could faint, curse the General's thirteen ancestors back or detach himself from Merrick's body and latch himself on the General's instead, sucking his brain matters whilst basking in the man's despairing plea. Yet he could do none of them. The chair rattled wildly as his body convulsed. He tried to open his mouth as wide as possible to let the fresh air in, but it only resulted in the disgusting trail of drool trickling down his jaw.
Lu Yizhou shook his hands that had touched the sock and looked at the President in disgust. Letting Merrick savor the taste of his own sock to his heart's content, Lu Yizhou made his way to the sentinel that had tried to kill him and dragged him in front of the camera, pushing his shoulders down to the seat he had occupied earlier.
