Pain.
Burning pain.
It felt as if his face was being roasted by fire, he could even clearly feel the outline of Wu Yong's handprint on his face through the sensation of pain.
Due to the pain, the muscles around his mouth twitched slightly, and with two 'crack' sounds, two of his molars loosened, filling his mouth with the taste of blood.
"Pah!"
As he spat out the two molars, he also spat out a mouthful of blood, and it couldn't be ruled out that he was spitting at Wu Yong as well.
Wu Yong directly ignored his insulting gesture and asked calmly, "Just answer whatever I ask you, be honest and you might suffer less. Understand?"
"Mm." He nodded, his voice muffled.
Wu Yong suddenly lifted his foot and placed it between the man's legs, the toe of his shoe pressing against his vital spot. He chuckled playfully, "If you're not honest, I'll make you lose an organ."
The man's face twisted viciously, his gaze as fierce as a hungry wolf, yet he dared not express his rage.
