The remaining three still refused to speak, glaring angrily at Huo Shaohua.
Huo Shaohua extended his hand, and Ziyang quickly handed him a white towel.
"If you don't talk, you can only watch your own brothers suffer a fate worse than death!" Huo Shaohua wiped the blood off the short knife with the white towel.
After cleaning the blood off the knife, he tossed the towel aside and walked over to the brazier, plunging the tip of the short knife into the embers.
He took step after step towards the second brother, who stared at him with fierce eyes.
If only he could kill him and tear him to pieces!
"It seems you're not going to talk either, so I won't waste my breath!" Huo Shaohua shook his head in a disappointed tone, raising his hand.
Ziyang, now wearing gloves, retrieved the short knife from the brazier.
He walked over to Huo Shaohua and handed him the gloves, which Huo Shaohua put on.
