"Mr. Song, don't waste your efforts. Even if I bite off my tongue, I won't say anything." Zhang Yanjun's face was filled with a heroic expression, ready to die.
"Elder Lin, shall we play a game?" Song Xiaodong turned his head and said to Lin Feng.
"Oh? What does the Sect Leader want to play?" Lin Feng feigned an enthusiastic interest.
"The Elder chooses a place, I'll choose a place, the Elder chooses an instrument, I'll choose an instrument. Rock-paper-scissors, whoever wins decides, how about that?" Song Xiaodong asked.
"Alright, I'll accompany the Sect Leader to play." Lin Feng readily agreed.
"Alright, I choose the nipple and pliers." Song Xiaodong picked up large pliers and snapped them in the air.
Zhang Yanjun felt a pain in his clothes.
"Alright, I choose the grater and the back." Lin Feng took up a potato grater and scraped it in the air.
Zhang Yanjun felt a chill on his back.
