When Feng Bin approached Jia Siqi, Jia Siqi was so frightened that he hurriedly ordered his subordinates to block Feng Bin, but Dao Jiu was standing there too, and his subordinates were simply no match.
"You're really ruthless, for a rich second generation to act so brazenly. It seems your grandpa spoils you quite a bit. This time, let's try these tactics on you, so you know what it feels like when they're used against you." Feng Bin's face was icy cold.
"Wha... what are you going to do?" Jia Siqi asked in a panic.
"Don't you want to experience the torturous methods you came up with?" Feng Bin sneered.
"I know I was wrong, I really do, please, don't treat me like this." Jia Siqi dropped to his knees with a thud, begging and kowtowing repeatedly.
"But since I brought toothpicks, I'll have to use another method, though I think the difference isn't significant." Feng Bin grabbed Jia Siqi's hair and dragged him to the coffee table.
