Zhao Yuanji was about to come up with another excuse when Xu Xiangbei suddenly pressed his celestial pool acupoint lightly.
Zhao Yuanji felt as if he were enduring Hell's torment, his entire body itching and in pain. He scratched all over without knowing where the itch came from, increasing the sensation until it was like being roasted over a fire. Sweat poured off him as he knelt before Xu Xiangbei, wailing continuously.
"Big brother, I'm begging you, begging you, have mercy on me! I'll immediately wire you a million, kowtow, crawl between your legs—anything, as long as you spare me!" Zhao Yuanji pleaded, tears and snot streaming, clutching at Xu Xiangbei's pants, utterly pathetic in his despair.
Seeing his tactic succeed, Xu Xiangbei extended a finger, giving Zhao a light tap.
Immediately, Zhao's complexion turned ashen and he went limp, relief washing over him. Only by truly experiencing Hell would one understand its horror.
