"Use that propeller to slowly kill him..." Hao Jian pointed casually at an engine in the corner of the room. There was something resembling a propeller at the edge of the engine, and this was exactly the propeller Hao Jian was referring to.
"Yes!"
Spice Ginger grinned, his face displaying a cruel expression. It had been a long time since he had seen Hao Jian use this kind of torture on someone else. This guy must have really asked for it by provoking Hao Jian.
"What... what are you going to do?!"
Yan Ming, who was originally draped with a fishing net, was already filled with immense fear. Now, seeing Spice Ginger move to lift the engine, he was filled with even more dread for these objects.
In his heart, he was extremely regretful, regretting why he went to provoke Hao Jian?!
"Nothing much, just taking your life. After all, I've tortured you enough. Now I'm sending you to meet King Yanluo. When you see him, remember to tell him it was the God of Death who sent you..."