It was just three minutes, yet Zhuang Rongguang felt like an entire decade had passed.
The blonde man hinted at the tattooed man beside him, who then put down his bottle of drink and slowly walked over. He pinned Zhuang Rongguang's hand down.
The blonde spat on his knife. "Punk, time's up! Now, it's just one finger! Say, which one should I chop off first?"
The blonde's gaze skimmed his ten fingers like a venomous snake.
Zhuang Rongguang started to struggle like crazy. "Let go of me, let go! My father is Zhuang Liaoyuan, my grandfather is Zhuang Zongren! If you touch me, my family will never let you go!"
"Hahahaha...you sure? Even if you're really Zhuang Liaoyuan's son, you're just a useless piece of crap, so what's the issue if I cripple you? Maybe your family will thank me for helping them educate you!
