"Don't even think about it," Zhao Jun replied through gritted teeth.
"Heh, you're a tough talker. I'd like to see what's tougher, your mouth or your fingers." Ye Xiong turned to Wang Tong and said, "Take Aunt Wang and the others upstairs. The next part might get a little unpleasant."
Wang Tong nodded and led Aunt Wang, Du Yuehua, and Xiao Mei to the second floor.
Just as Wang Shu was about to follow, Ye Xiong shouted, "Stop right there. I'll settle my score with you in a moment."
Once Wang Tong's group was upstairs, Ye Xiong suddenly bent one of Zhao Jun's fingers backward against his hand.
Instantly, a scream like a pig being slaughtered pierced the air.
"It was Young Master Dong! He Haodong sent me!" Zhao Jun cried out, clutching his finger. He rolled desperately on the ground, so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face. "Please, I'm begging you, stop torturing me!"