"Sure, since you're so protective of your master, I'll let you try something new and see if you really have any backbone!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand behind him.

Two bodyguards walked in carrying an iron bucket.

Inside the iron bucket was a stainless steel bucket that looked like a gourd, and it creaked and groaned as the bodyguards walked.

Do you know what this thing is called?

Chu Xiao smiled meaningfully: "This thing is called a rat torture device. It contains several mutated rats. As long as you put this small opening on your body and light it, the rats will desperately burrow into your stomach."

"At that time, their claws will tear your stomach open, rip out your intestines and internal organs, and even... bite off your genitals."

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

Even Chen Jiu'er stared wide-eyed in surprise.

She never imagined that Chu Xiao would be so ruthless.

I never imagined that such a powerful instrument of torture existed in this world.

The blond-haired man turned deathly pale with fright and cursed desperately, "Damn it, Chu Xiao, if you've got the guts, kill me!"

Chu Xiao grabbed his collar.

"I won't kill you, but I can make you wish you were dead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Zhicheng's men immediately picked up the stainless steel bucket and pressed it against Huang Mao's stomach.

Light the fire and tap the inside of the barrel.

Instantly, Huang Mao felt a tingling, numb, swollen, and stinging pain in his stomach.

He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he felt like the rats had started digging into his belly button, which terrified him so much that he screamed in agony.

"Ahhh, help! Ah, kill me..."

"Kill you?" Chu Xiao grinned and leaned closer to him, sneering, "Don't worry, I'll make them stop before your guts burst open, because... I have many more tricks up my sleeve to play with you slowly."

"For example, the fishing net torture, one of the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty, involves covering your body with a fishing net and slowly cutting away your skin along the grain. Anyway, it's nothing for the Chen family to kill a few thugs..."

He turned to look at Chen Jiu'er and deliberately repeated, "Right, Miss Chen?"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

After a long while, someone finally managed a hoarse, dry cry: "Murder is illegal! You can't do this!"

Chen Jiu'er crossed her arms and scoffed coldly.

"Dying in an accident doesn't count as murder, don't you think?"