Chongchong didn't answer, just let out a cold snort, and signaled the guard to start the machine.
As soon as the machine started, Mike's face instantly twisted in agony, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen as if a knife was rapidly twisting in it. His handsome face turned pale and cold sweat poured down. If not for his years of military training, he would have shouted recklessly.
The pain!
It was excruciating!
More painful than any torture!
"Can you feel it now?" Seeing it was about enough, Chongchong ordered the machine to be stopped.
This machine made someone experience the sensory pain of miscarriage without causing actual harm, so Chongchong wasn't worried about him suing afterward.
"Queen, what exactly do you mean?" Mike gritted his teeth, his pale face glaring at her with fierce eyes.
If he didn't consider that she was a woman and also a nation's queen, he would have hit her already.
