"Don't!"
"Spare my life!"
"I won't dare to do it again!"
"Ah..."
Following Zhang Yaosen being dragged into the private room, an extremely pitiful scream came from inside.
Gradually, that voice weakened a lot!
The severed hand that had fallen to the floor caused everyone in the private room, including Zhang Dahai, to remain utterly still, not even daring to let out a loud breath!
They just stared wide-eyed, watching, trembling with fear...
Hu Meiqin was scared faint!
In the private room!
"Lord Zhou, I want to ask, how many more Tempering Elixirs do you have right now?"
Flying Tiger asked tentatively while pouring a drink.
Who knew how large the production of Tempering Elixir could be?
"Currently, I have six left!"
Zhou Yuan laid his cards on the table; there was no need to hide anything in this matter.