A loud boom followed suit.

Timothy was sent flying, landing right on one of the cars parked nearby. The headlights of the car shattered completely as his body crashed into the car.

Blood leaked out of Timothy’s forehead. The cigar that he was dangling around fell on the ground.

Hissssss!

Harvey did not stop there. He picked the cigar off the ground, then pressed it right onto Timothy’s bleeding forehead.

“Aaaaaaaargh!”

Timothy screamed in pain, the sound like a pig being slaughtered.

The cigar was extremely hot, perhaps around two hundred degrees hot. If Timothy did not scream, he would not be human.

Timothy’s entire body twitched in agony. He subconsciously looked up, trying to move away from the bright red tip of the cigar.

But right as he moved his head up, Harvey stuffed the cigar right into his mouth.

Timothy’s cries of pain rang louder than ever.

The entire crowd fell into stunned shock.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Nobody expected that Harvey had the guts to torture Tim