"Put his hand on the table for me." Zhao Tiezhu looked at Fang Daquan and said coldly.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Fang Daquan was afraid to look at Zhao Tiezhu's cold eyes, and Scar was ordered to press Fang Daquan's hand tightly on the table.

Fang Daquan didn't know what Zhao Tiezhu wanted to do, but next moment, Zhao picked up a chopstick and stuck it into the back of his hand. The chopsticks ran straight through Fang Daquan's palm and nailed it to the table.

"Ah!" Fang Daquan immediately cried out in pain and tried to pick up his hand, but this movement made it even...