Seeing the man captured by Qiu Zhengfeng, Lu Tianxing also stood up from the hospital bed and slowly walked to the man's side, with a hint of mockery in his eyes, and calmly asked, "It seems you can't escape. I'm going to ask you a few questions. If you answer honestly, I might consider letting you die a little more comfortably. Otherwise, I don't mind letting you experience a fate worse than death."
"Do you think I will tell you?"
The man slowly raised his head, looking at Lu Tianxing with a hideous and venomous expression. He was already crippled, and death was a relief for him.
"I think you will tell me."
Lu Tianxing revealed a devilish smile, spread his five fingers, and a stream of True Qi swirled in his palm, then transformed into a sharp blade that whistled out, skimming past the man's arm.
"Pfft!"
A piece of flesh immediately flew into the air.
