Ying Hengyu had thick hair, but Rong Zhi looked like he was going to pull it all out, dragging his neck to a barely acceptable degree, without the slightest intention of letting go.
Ying Hengyu: "!!!"
The pain was intense, truly unbearable, and his neck was stretched so long he was struggling to breathe.
Realizing Rong Zhi was genuinely murderous, Ying was truly intimidated.
"Bro, Third Brother! Dear brother, please let me go, little bro knows he was wrong!"
Rong Zhi remained unmoved.
Ying Hengyu's body trembled reflexively.
Blame his own recklessness! Why on earth challenge human limits for no reason, is he tired of living long?
His eyes brimmed with tears from the pain, crying and howling, "Bro! No, grandfather, Third Young Master, for the sake of breakfast this month, let me go, I'm going bald!"
This commotion had long attracted attention.
Many in the bar who knew Ying Hengyu were taken aback.
