Laughing at His Lack of Strategy, Laughing at Her Short-Sightedness

When Yu Xiaogang regained consciousness, he felt as though he had been fixed onto a short bed, his body and lower half bent into an L shape.

When he opened his eyes, he saw two more men in black rubbing something against the soles of his feet.

"Scrape... scrape."

The scraping sound made his scalp tingle, and he felt the soles of his feet growing increasingly hot and painful.

"You... mmph..." Yu Xiaogang tried to speak and stop them, only to find that his mouth had been stuffed with a dirty rag. He could not speak properly at all and could only struggle and make muffled noises in protest.

"Oh, you're awake?" Dongfang Yu, seated not far in front of him, said with a smile. Hu Liena was sitting beside him.

"Ah... mmph..." The scraping grew louder and louder. Yu Xiaogang felt the soles of his feet burning, and unsurprisingly, a layer of skin had likely been rubbed off.

That was indeed the case. The soles of his feet were now bloody and mangled, both painful and itchy.

Then, the men in black led over a goat, while Dongfang Yu and Hu Liena rose and walked over to Yu Xiaogang.

Dongfang Yu smiled elegantly and took out a bag of table salt from his Soul Tool. Then, under Yu Xiaogang's terrified gaze, he sprinkled the salt crystals over the soles of his feet.

What a wonderfully sour and refreshing sensation!

"Mmph... mmph... sob..." Yu Xiaogang instinctively struggled violently, but it was all futile. The pain made tears stream from his eyes.

"Hey, junior brother... isn't this a little too cruel?" Hu Liena looked at Yu Xiaogang with disdain as she spoke to Dongfang Yu.

Dongfang Yu clapped his hands and replied with a smile, "How could it be? Come, give