"I... I choose to cut off my hand... Ah, no... cut off my leg... that's not right... I still choose to cut off my hand... Can I forfeit?" Wang Qian, kneeling on the ground, struggled to make a decision.
At this moment, Wang Qian truly looked ashen.
This choice was too difficult; Wang Qian found it impossible to decide, feeling that if he lost his hands, even using chopsticks would be a problem, better off dead than that.
But if he lost his legs, wouldn't he become a useless cripple, needing a wheelchair to get around in the future? That would be worse than just dying outright.
On the other side, Ye Tian had already lost his patience and urged, "I advise you to make up your mind quickly, or you might as well lose both hands and feet."
"Don't, don't, don't, please, I beg you, let me go, I'll give you whatever amount of money," Wang Qian pleaded with a crying tone, willing to give Ye Tian all his fortune just to keep his body intact.