C62 Gold That Had Been Hidden for a Long Time!

The cigarette in Huang Weimin's mouth gradually extinguished.

Huang Weimin could only feel his tongue rotting away, a searing pain relentlessly jabbing at his nerves. His face turned ashen, sweat drenched his brow, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Finally, Ye Fann released his grip, but Huang Weimin was too weakened to retaliate, his mouth still throbbing with pain, as if his tongue were ablaze