Screams continually pierced the air.
Those contorted facial features.
That ferocious visage.
Seeing this, all the assembled big shots couldn't help but feel their skin crawl with horror!
This—what kind of excruciating torture must one endure to exhibit such an expression? And how did Qin Fan manage to achieve this? How could he induce such agony in Boss Zhou merely by clasping the man's crown with his five fingers?
The unsettling aura continued to spread.
Despite their many doubts and perplexities, under the mentality that it was better to sacrifice a friend than oneself, all the big shots could do was wait in deathly silence for Qin Fan's final judgment.
In less than three minutes, Boss Zhou felt as if he had spent three centuries in an agonizing torment worse than death.
