The livestream lasted three hours before it finally ended.
The most terrifying part was that Zhao Doushun remained conscious throughout those three hours—and was even still alive.
No one was marveling at Zhao Doushun's tough constitution. It was entirely because the "abuser" was so skilled at torturing people that he could make his victim feel pain while keeping him completely lucid.
Just thinking about such methods was enough to make one's blood run cold.
Even the spectators were trembling with fear. Needless to say, Zhao Doushun, the "protagonist," was suffering even more.
During those three hours, he endured countless bouts of pain that felt like his soul was being peeled away. The sensation was a hundred times more agonizing than death!
He had no idea how many times during that period he had wished to die immediately.
But he simply could not. His opponent gave him no chance to die—not even the chance to pass out.
Three hours ago, Zhao Doushun had been a perfectly healthy man. Now, he had become a monster that was neither human nor ghost.
There was not a single patch of uninjured flesh on his body. He looked like a monster from the abyss.
In Zhao Doushun's eyes, the person before him was more terrifying than a demon.
Zhao Doushun also knew what fate awaited him. The blood blisters in his mouth had eased somewhat, and he weakly spoke:
"Who are you? Who exactly are you? I have no grudge against you, so why are you doing this to me?"
Jiang Siming smiled calmly and asked in return, "Did the people you harmed have grudges against you? Everything you are suffering today is what you brought upon yourself."
Zhao Doushun was speechless. Suddenly, his cheeks bulged, and he spat a large mouthful of filthy blood