Leng Muchen sat on the black leather sofa in the middle. Ling Yijie stood beside him. Several men in black clothes stood beside him with sticks in their hands.

Qin Changchun kneels on the ground, and the whole person looks awkward. Looking at his appearance, he knows that he was caught and beaten blue and blue on his face. "Cold little, I will certainly pay you back. I'm already thinking of ways, you'll give me a few days more grace." He kept begging for mercy in order to suffer less from flesh and skin.

"Qin Changchun, did you not forget the conditions at that time?" Leng Muchen's voice is cold....