"Ah!!! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts so bad!" The burly man woke from the pain, letting out a pig-slaughtering scream.
The burly man's face went pale, his entire body twisting in agony. But he was tied to the chair and unable to move, only making it creak and groan.
Hearing the screams, the security guards at the door all looked tense and wanted to rush in to protect Ye Chen.
But remembering that the burly man was tied to a chair and probably could not do anything to harm Ye Chen, as well as Ye Chen's instructions, none of them dared act rashly.
"President Ye, are you all right?" the security chief who had taken away the burly man could only ask nervously.
Ye Chen merely replied calmly, "I'm fine. I just woke him up. Don't worry—I'll question him first."
"Yes, President Ye. Please be careful. We'll stand guard outside," the security chief hurriedly replied.
Inside the room.
Ye Chen calmly placed his phone in a corner, aimed it at the burly man, and turned on the recording mode.
After recovering from the intense pain, the burly man endured his headache and glared viciously at Ye Chen with bloodshot eyes. He cursed, "Ye Chen! Why have you tied me up? What did you do to me? It hurts so much I'm dying! Untie me now! I'm telling you, you hit me with a microphone and knocked me unconscious—that's intentional assault! I'm going to sue you! You beast in human clothing! You actually dared to openly hit a fan at your concert! You're finished! And what the hell happened to that fan-loving image you put on?"
"Oh? So you know the law. Then you knowingly broke it. You tried to drag me off the stage, and knocking you