"Stop, stop! Pfft—"
The scar-faced man was suddenly beaten for no reason, his face bruised and swollen as he wailed, "If you want to ask something, then just ask!"
"Heh. This is just a warm-up—letting you experience the lightest treatment first." Kai licked his lips in a twisted manner, then turned to the darkness behind him. "My lord, what should we ask? I guarantee I can pry their mouths open."
So you don't even know what you're asking?
The scar-faced man nearly choked on his own breath.
"Which organization are you from? Shadow World Sect?" Phield controlled the black crow, speaking in a hoarse voice. "What is your plan in Maple Leaf City? Speak, and you can be spared the pain."
"Heh. You might as well just kill me."
The scar-faced man sneered, closing his eyes as if he didn't care about anything.
