Chen Yang coldly looked at Fu Qian Yao.
He hadn't expected that Fu Qian Yao would be so tough. Even at this point, he still hadn't loosened his tongue and was even threatening him here.
"Yang Jing!"
Chen Yang said coldly, "Give him a taste of something harsher."
"Yes."
Yang Jing grinned.
Upon hearing this, Fu Qian Yao's body shuddered, fear gleaming in his eyes. Harsher? They had already smashed one of his thighs, what more extreme measures could there be?
Just then, Fu Qian Yao saw Yang Jing take a packet out of his bosom. After opening it, it was a pile of white powder.
For some reason, seeing that pile of white powder, a chill rose in Fu Qian Yao's heart. He braced his hands against the ground, intending to retreat.
However, Yang Jing's expression was icy, not pausing at all. He directly sprinkled the packet of white powder onto the wound on his thigh.
Sssss!
