"You like eating so much, I'll let you eat to your heart's content!"
Fork crouched in front of Neil, pinching his face.
Neil's nose was bruised and battered, his eyes half-shut in a haze, blood streaming from the corner of his mouth.
Fork lifted a fish head and stuffed the bloodied, mangled end into Neil's mouth. As Neil desperately struggled, it was forcibly wedged in his mouth, bulging, with a large part still hanging outside.
Murky fish blood, mingled with Neil's own, flowed endlessly.
Slap!
"Damn bastard, if you dare steal from me again, I'll chop off both your hands!"
Fork slapped Neil again.
Standing up, he left with the other servants.
Neil, unable to spit out the fish head, groaned in pain, his body convulsing.
Chen Lun once more stole a glance into this guy's mind.
He couldn't help but feel speechless.
