The force Hong Zhuo exerted from his leg was extremely great, causing Zhao Qinghe’s face to be stepped upon to the point of warping in shape while his cheekbones emitted cracking sounds and were on the verge of breaking.

One doesn’t strike another on the face, let alone trampling onto another’s face with one’s legs. This intense feeling of humiliation caused Zhao Qinghe’s entire body to be unable to help but start trembling, and his eyes almost split open as blood flowed out from them. If it was possible, he wished for nothing more than to die now than be tortured and humiliated in such a way by his enemy.

He tried his best to struggle, but everything he did seemed so powerless. He who had suffered a heavy injury was completely exhausted long ago. Now, he was even bound by the Verdant Rattan Rope, so not to mention struggling, he didn’t even have the strength to lift a finger.

“Don’t stare at me like this. In any case, you’re dead today. So why don’t you relax and enjoy my techniques of torture? I have a variety of techniques that’ll absolutely exceed your imagination.” Hong Zhuo squatted down and couldn’t help but feel even more delighted as he looked at the rage and hatred in Zhao Qinghe’s gaze, and he raised his hand to lightly...