"Wait a moment..."
Wu Junwen's face suddenly changed, he shouted, but it was too late, the Inferior Demon lunged forward, spreading its arms, and restricted the other's freedom.
"Hiss hiss..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was already embraced by the Inferior Demon's arms, four arms squeezed his abdomen and chest. At this moment, it was like several iron bars pressing against dough, the flesh beside the arms piled up like mountain ranges, causing Wu Junwen's entire cheek to start deforming.
"Give me... one chance..."
Wu Junwen's eyes widened, his eyeballs seemed like they were going to pop out, he pleaded.
But Chen Feng was unmoved, his face showed no expression, the Inferior Demon behind him added two more arms on Wu Junwen's body, the pressure increased once again.
"I've stockpiled... three tons of food... and... there are dozens of pistols in my room... all for you..."
