"Yes." The two immediately began to tear at Wu Rong's clothes.

"Tear." The suit jacket was torn in half, revealing the white shirt underneath.

"You bastards, how dare you tear my clothes!" Wu Rong roared, covering his exposed area with his hands.

"Heh, so what if we tear it up?"

"Take a couple of bites from me."

"This is not the time when you could do whatever you wanted."

"It's time to wake up from this dream." A Chinese man grabbed her shirt and ripped it open. The shirt tore apart.

"You bastard!" Wu Rong was furious and kicked him in the stomach. The Chinese man endured the kick, grabbed his leg with his other hand, and with another tug, a hole appeared in his black leggings.

"Sizzle." He didn't let go and continued to pull.

The opening went all the way to the crotch, revealing the lace panties.

"Hey bro, you're a bit slow!"

"Don't keep Mr. Chen waiting." At this moment, Zhang Kui and several Chinese people walked in carrying several large sacks.

The sack was stained red with blood and was full of collected torture instruments.

Seeing this, he immediately waved his hand and said to the others, "Put the things down and go help."

"Yes." The Chinese men immediately put down their sacks and rushed forward, quickly stripping Wu Rong naked.

"You bastards, you'll all die a horrible death!" Wu Rong shouted angrily, covering himself with his hands.

"They are alive and well."

"You're the one who'll die a horrible death," Chen Tiansheng said calmly.

"Take her hand away."

"Yes." The two Chinese men immediately grabbed her hands and pulled them apart.

Although Wu Rong used a lot of force, he was eventually pulled apart.

"Nice figure."

"She's pretty too."

"It's a pity, his heart is utterly wicked." Chen Tiansheng looked him up and down, shook his head, and said.

"You bastards, my dad will never let you get away with this," Wu Rong said, closing his eyes.

"Still hoping your dad will come to rescue you?"

"That was quite a profound dream," Chen Tiansheng said, shaking his head.

"I might as well tell you."

"He's in dire straits himself!"

"How could I possibly save you?"

“Of course, I will also reunite you somewhere,” he said with a smile.

"impossible."

"How could he possibly be in such dire straits himself!"

“He has the support of the military.”

"With that massive military power, who would dare to provoke us?" Wu Rong shouted.

"military?"

"At this point, he had already been crippled."

"A guy with a triangular face, triangular eyes, and a triangular nose."

"They were also killed by us."

“I’ve seen his shoulder insignia; he should be a corps commander.”

"Even the army commander is dead!"

"Do the rest of you still dare to come up?" Chen Tiansheng sneered.

"Triangular face, triangular eyes?"

"The shoulder insignia indicate the rank of army commander."

"Could it be Snake Uncle!" Wu Rong's eyes widened suddenly as he looked at Chen Tiansheng.

"impossible."

"He has a rocket legion and a flying legion under his command."

"There is also an elite team."

"Extremely impressive."

"How could I possibly die!" she said, shaking her head repeatedly.

"These legions have all been wiped out by us," Chen Tiansheng said calmly.

"I don't believe it."

“You’re lying to me,” Wu Rong said.

"Whether you believe it or not is your business." Chen Tiansheng ignored her and turned his gaze to Zhang Kui.

"Have you collected them all?"

"Everything that could be removed has been removed."

“Some are too deep, we…” Zhang Kui shook his head.

"We were afraid of damaging the body."

"Let's use these."

"Pour it all out," Chen Tiansheng nodded and said.

"Yes." Zhang Kui turned the sack over, and with a thud, the blood-stained torture instruments fell to the ground.

"Clang, clang, clang." The others also turned the sacks over and poured out the instruments of torture.

Chen Tiansheng bent down, picked up a bamboo skewer, and looked at Wu Rong.

"What are you going to do?" Wu Rong asked, his body trembling slightly.

"What do you think!" Chen Tiansheng sneered.

"Push it over here."

"No!" Wu Rong finally realized what he was about to do, and desperately shrank back, saying.

But with several men standing behind him, where could he possibly hide?

They pushed me along, and I walked over step by step.

"Pfft!" When she was pushed in front of Chen Tiansheng, Chen Tiansheng's hand trembled, and the bamboo skewer pierced the left tip of her breast. A stream of blood immediately spurted out and spilled onto the ground.

"Ah!" Wu Rong trembled with pain and screamed loudly.

"Just one skewer, and it hurts so much."

“It’s an act!” Chen Tiansheng bent down and picked up another bamboo skewer.

"No!" Wu Rong shook his head desperately, leaning back and backing away with all his might.

But the Chinese people behind them held them back firmly, and they couldn't retreat even a step.

"You say no, and you just say no?"

"Pfft." Chen Tiansheng's hand trembled, and the bamboo skewer went into the same spot.

Inserting a needle into a wound can cause several times more pain than inserting it into other areas.

"Ah!!" Another scream rang out, and Wu Rong stomped his foot, his face contorted in pain.

Chen Tiansheng picked up another stick and went back into the same place.

"You devil, you're a devil!" Dai Rong cursed, nearly fainting from the pain.

"Only a few sticks."

"I'll become a devil!"

"Alright."

“Since you’re called a devil, you have to live up to that title, right?” Chen Tiansheng picked up another bamboo skewer and slowly moved it down her body.

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