Si Beiwang’s shoulder blade was suddenly gripped with such force that a heart-wrenching pain surged through him like a tide. His vision went black, and he nearly lost consciousness. Yet, he bit down on his lips until they bled, refusing to make a single sound.
Mustering every ounce of his strength, he glared at his tormentor and spat out:
"In your dreams! I would rather die than give it to you."
Vice Minister Feng’s expression twisted into a savage sneer. "Very well! Since you refuse a toast, you shall drink a forfeit."
Chapter 50