Given Jone's build and muscles, he was definitely not the type to lose control of his bladder.
Jin Xin could hold his tongue and his bladder, always on guard for any unexpected incidents. However, he did not think that Jone taking a pee could solve the current problem.
The special forces personnel guarding the vehicle were also very cautious and did not remove Jone's handcuffs, going as far as to unbuckle his belt...
Jone was in no position to do anything under such circumstances.
"Piss!" the man who spoke before said, a stern tone in his voice, "If you don't urinate now, be prepared to piss your pants."
"Fine." Jone responded.
The smell of urine filled the air, followed by an angry shout and a loud bang. Shuffling and bumping sounds were then heard in the vehicle.
Another dull thud sounded, and someone shouted: "Stop hitting him!"
Jone's mocking voice came over, "I told you guys, I can't see. It's not my fault if I piss on you guys, how can you blame me?"