How About We Make a Bet?

The man endured the pain and began to lick the dust on the table below him.

The table had not been cleaned for who knows how long, and the dust was extremely thick. The man's face turned green, then red, then purple.

Finally, the man managed to eat all the dust on the table.

He glared at Ye Li with malice in his eyes, vowing to avenge this humiliation.

"Now, go and cook me some noodles," Ye Li said calmly.

The man was on the verge of tears. His finger had just been severed, and the pain was unbearable. Now, he was being asked to cook noodles?

"Don't want to go?" Ye Li looked at the man indifferently.

"Senior, I'm in too much pain. Please, let me go," the man pleaded.

Ye Li gave a faint smile. "Actually, I have a way to relieve your pain."

"What method?" The man quickly asked.