No matter how much Zhao Doushun begged for mercy and admitted his crimes, the "abuser" showed no reaction and continued pouring the cup of scalding chili oil into his mouth.
Ah!
His screams rang out without end, chilling everyone who heard them.
But soon, Zhao Doushun could no longer scream, because his throat had been scalded raw. No matter how much he suffered, he could no longer make a sound.
More and more people were watching the livestream. Over a billion people had flooded into the Live Stream Room to watch the video.
Demon of Torture and Killing Zhao Doushun!
Many places found the livestream far too bloody and tried to shut it down, only to discover that it could not be closed for the time being.
Not only did the audience fail to decrease, it continued growing.
It was not because everyone was psychologically twisted and truly enjoyed watching this sort of livestream.
Rather, seeing this monster, hated by both gods and men, receive such retribution made everyone feel much more satisfied.
"To be honest, watching this video feels damn good!"
"Is anyone else hoping this livestream keeps going?"
"Zhao Doushun, you beast worse than an animal, deserves this kind of punishment!"
"I'm just curious who did this. They've got serious guts."
"It was probably a Korean. Maybe the Korean mob."
"Really? Then my opinion of those Korean bastards has actually changed a little. Turns out they've got some real backbone."
After the hot oil had been poured, the "abuser" seemed to give up on pouring any more. He tossed the cup aside and actually began to speak.
"I have plenty of time today. I'll play with you slowly. I'll let you know what an experience a hundred times more painful than death feels like."
The moment this person