Yang Shun moved his fingers.

The thug raised the puff and was about to start the movement.

"I said!"

Du Yunle's eyes closed tightly and shouted in a stern manner.

"Oh, wouldn't it be nice to do this earlier?"

"OK."

"Tell me."

"But you have to go out and say it in front of everyone."

"impossible!"

When Du Yunle heard Yang Shun's request, he immediately started to curse angrily again.

"Okay, respect your choice."

Yang Shun nodded and then clapped his hands again.

The clapping sound fell into Du Yunle's ears, like the whisper of the demon in the abyss.

It made him extremely frightened.

Seeing the spoon lifted up again, his scalp became even numb.

He immediately shouted, "Yes!"

"I said!"

"I apologize in front of everyone, you give me this!"

"Haha, as long as Mr. Du gives face, there will be no problem."

Yang Shun smiled, signaled the thug to put down the toilet, and stood up straight, "Then Mr. Du, please."

The thug lifted Du Yunle, who was tied up in big ties, and the chair he was sitting on, out of the dark room.

Back to the crowd.

"Young Master Du, I've watched you perform."

"I hope we can have a happy cooperation."

Du Yunle sat in front of the crowd.

Facing the dead-faced thugs, facing the former brothers and concubines.

His face was burning, and his grief and anger were almost bursting into tears.

He shivered his lips and could not say that.

But when I think of the things in the toilet and the thug's actions just now.

It seems that all faces can be discarded.
Chapter completed!