"N-no, no, no... please don't..."
Li Yang's voice was filled with fear and despair. His body trembled uncontrollably as he desperately braced his hands against the ground, trying to crawl backward.
His efforts were futile, however. Xu Feng's foot pinned him down like an iron clamp, leaving him unable to move.
A mocking smile appeared on Xu Feng's face as he looked down at Li Yang and jeered:
"Hehehe, weren't you acting all tough just now? How come this little trick scared you so badly? Where do you think you're going? Get back here and die!"
Li Yang's face turned deathly pale. His lips trembled, but he could not utter a word.
His eyes were wide with terror and a hint of pleading.
Xu Feng continued tormenting Li Yang without mercy, slowly bringing the pungent sock in his hand toward Li Yang's mouth.
The smell was nauseating, as though every kind of foul stench had been mixed together.
Li Yang tried to struggle, but Xu Feng had completely restrained him, leaving him no chance of breaking free.
He could only watch helplessly as the stinking sock drew closer and closer, until it was finally stuffed into his mouth.
"You... urgh, urgh, urgh... urgh..."
Li Yang had barely tried to speak when the foul odor choked him. He began dry-heaving on the spot, as though everything in his stomach was about to come back up.
Yet Xu Feng did not stop his wicked work.
He gripped Li Yang's mouth tightly and stuffed the sock inside, then forcefully shoved it farther in, as though afraid it was not packed in tightly enough.
"Kekekeke, enjoy yourself!"
Xu Feng let out a triumphant laugh, thoroughly pleased with his handiwork.
"Mmph, mmph, mmph..."
Li Yang's sobs seemed capable of piercing people's eardrums, making them