"Okay."
Fatty nodded.
He took out a dagger, walked up to an old man, and sneered, "Won't speak the truth, will you?"
With that.
He grabbed the dagger and stabbed it into the old man's body over and over, blood splattering several meters away.
"Kill me, kill me!"
The old man's scream was heartrending, in unbearable pain.
The thirteen people beside him, upon seeing this, all curled up, trembling.
"Now, without my permission, even dying would be hard for you."
Fatty sneered coldly and took out a healing pill, forcibly stuffing it into the old man's mouth.
Then.
He kicked the old man aside, looked at the other thirteen people, and sneered, "If you don't speak the truth, I'll keep torturing you until you'd wish you were dead!"
"I'll talk, I'll talk."
A middle-aged man trembled and quickly said, "Actually, there's one thing."
"So, you're still hiding something."
Qin Feiyang's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he asked, "What is it?"
