Jasmine's eyes light up and she finds an opportunity. "Let me contact Pehry. I will ask him to give you
everything you want. You can take me as a hostage and make a deal. Are you satisfied?"
Although Jim is greedy, he is also meticulous. After seeing so much and living with the villains, he
remembers some similar experiences and is not tempted easily.
He knows once something goes wrong, it will not be just about money. He might get busted because of
it.
He doesn't want to go to prison again at this age.
Therefore, after thinking for a while, he decides to let this chance go.
After all, he is satisfied with what the Defoes offered. There is no need to give that up.
No matter what Jasmine says or promises, it means nothing if he doesn't have the money.
Noticing that he doesn't speak, Jasmine is nervous. She hopes Jim can agree. As long as she can
contact Pehry, even if it is just a phone call, she is confident that he will notice something and find her.
She thinks Jim would be tempted and agree. But when he turns around again and looks down at the
iron clamp in the furnace, she becomes hopeless.
Sure enough, the next second, he says, "You're resourceful. You are still thinking about me when you
are so miserable. How considerate you are!"
Jasmine cries out in her heart, knowing that he is threatening her. "I'm only doing this for myself, but if
you're willing to let me go, I can satisfy you materially."
Jim only puts on a wicked smile and doesn't say anything else. Then he puts on the dirty old thick white
gloves.
He holds the iron clamp in his hand again. After some roasting, the tip of the clamp is glowing orange.
However, the color of the iron is only finds when the iron is at its hottest.
At the edge of the iron clamp, there are sparks of flames, and one could tell how hot the temperature is
at a glance.
Jim looks at the iron claws in his hand as if he is admiring an artwork he has personally created.
On the contrary, the two men standing at the side all has terrified expressions on their faces. Just as
Jasmine is puzzled, Jim once again approached her.
She looks at the burning red iron claws and the abnormal aura emitted by Jim, and suddenly
understood something.
Could it be that this iron clamp is used against her?!
When this thinks flashed through her mind, Jasmine's entire body is in a bad state. If not for her body
being tied to a chair, she would have run away crazily in a moment.
But I can't.
She could only watch helplessly as that bastard Jim walks up to her and put the boiling iron clamp head
close to the skin of her calf.
He doesn't completely stick to it. Instead, there is a small gap left. However, the gap is filled with the
high temperature emitted. Even if he doesn't stick to it, it is still very hot.
Her body couldn't move, but her instinctive desire to survive in danger makes her lean back, and this
leaning directly overwhelmed the stool.
Fortunately, she raised her head and did not knock the back of her head on the ground.
With a 'dong 'sound, Jim looks at her miserable appearance and let out another crazy laugh.
At the same time, he took out the phone from his pocket and handed it to one of the people standing
beside him.
The man took it like a hot yam and stammered, "What are you doing for me?"
Jim clicked his tongue and waved the iron claws in his hand as he spoke. His heart skipped a beat.
"What's the use of giving it to you? Are you filled with water in your head? Record it for me. Don't
record my face. Record a back view of this woman's face."
"But, but, if we do this, will the Zhan Clan..."
"As long as you can't die, don't talk nonsense!" With that, Jim stuffed his phone into the man's palm.
Now that the matter has reached this point, he has no choice but to record it. As long as the man
gritted his teeth, he clicked on the recording mode of the camera and winked at Jim, signaling that he
could do it.
Jim's eyes immediately burst with endless excitement and passion. He looks at Jasmine, who is lying
on the ground, like a wolf that has been hungry for a week, and saw a piece of meat.
He wants to ruthlessly tear her apart and torture this coveted meat 'bit by bit.
No matter how strong Jasmine's mind is, no matter how calm she is in the face of danger, she has
never experienced such a thing in her 20 years of life. Looking at the fading red iron clamp head,
although it is not as scarlet as before, she knew that the temperature must be very, very high.
She clearly thinks of what would happen later, so she is extremely panicked and scared.
"Let me go, you can get anything you want" She still held a sliver of hope and tried her best to
persuade Jim, who is already on the verge of going crazy.
However, the other party simply did not listen and did not act immediately. It is not because of
hesitation, but because he wants to appreciate her horrified expression.
Jasmine shakes her head. The excessive shock makes her breathing difficult. "It's not too late. As long
as you let me go, I promise that I won't hold you accountable. I will also give you more money than the
other party. Don't you want money?"
"I want to." Jim nodded his head. The curve of his mouth is extremely frightening, "But I don't want to
miss such an opportunity to vent my anger. Look at this skin, how white..."
At the same time, Jim bent down and ruthlessly touched her chest. Jasmine immediately falls silent,
like a poisonous snake climbing onto her body. She immediately stiffened and doesn't even dare to
breathe.
Jim did not stop. Instead, he took the opportunity to pull her coat away. His entire white T-shirt is lifted
up, revealing a large white slender waist.
The man in the video couldn't help but get closer when he saw this. He isn't as abnormal as Jim.
Looking at such a beautiful body, he wants to violate it even more than destroying it...
However, he doesn't dare to provoke Jim and only took the opportunity to touch him twice before
leaving.
To Jasmine, such behavior is akin to letting her die. She would rather be tortured by Jim than be played
by these people in turn.
She clenched her teeth tightly, absolutely not allowing herself to make a sound. She did not continue
begging for mercy, nor did she persuade him because of fear. It seemed that she is dissatisfied with her
unyielding attitude. The smile on Jim's face suddenly twisted.
"Speak, why aren't you saying anything!"
Jasmine's silence is his response.
In the blink of an eye, Jim quickly and fiercely pressed the iron clamp on her left waist.
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