Hogan stared in despair at the food on the table. With only thirty seconds left, he knew he could never finish it all.
He begged for mercy. “Mr. Austin, I really can’t do it.”
“Since you can’t, I’ll help you,” Dylan said calmly, then snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, Dennis entered with a group of bodyguards.
Dylan gave a subtle nod. Dennis understood immediately and turned to Hogan. “Mr. Foster, Mr. Austin gave you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it. You have no one to blame but yourself.”
Hogan’s eyes widened in shock. “What are you going to do?”
Dennis gestured to the bodyguards behind him. “Hold him down. Shove all this food into his mouth.”
Hogan looked at Dylan, who sat there calmly, swirling the wine in his glass, and finally understood.
Dylan was never giving him a chance. He was here to torture him.
“Mr. Austin, no, please no…” he knelt on the floor and begged, his forehead hitting the ground with heavy thuds.
Soon, his forehead was red and swollen, but he was past caring about the pain. All he wanted was a sliver of Dylan’s mercy.
Dylan said flatly, “Too late!”
His eyes were cold, looking at Hogan as if he were nothing more than an insignificant insect.
“Do it,” Dylan ordered, and his men moved instantly.
Some grabbed Hogan’s shoulders while others pried his mouth open, forcefully stuffing the hot pot inside.
The scalding food burned Hogan’s mouth, causing blisters to form instantly. He thrashed and struggled, trying to break free, but it was all in vain.
Soon, Hogan’s mouth was swollen like a pig’s snout.
When Jane and Katherine came out, they watched the scene in horror. Jane was so terrified she collapsed to the floor, her eyes vacant and her face ashen.
Katherine’s eyes were wide, her entire body trembling. She wanted to speak but couldn’t make a sound.

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