C62 The war is just beginning

Time ticked, and his heart pounded. Chen Beihuang could even feel the sweat on his forehead dripping down as he rubbed the warmth off his skin.

"The rattan chair is full of thorns, so it's uncomfortable. That's why you have half your ass on it." The middle-aged man put the cup of water he was holding to the side and turned to look at Chen Beihuang