In the restroom.
The wiry man lay on the ground with his eyes closed, switching from screams to silence. The square-faced man clearly rembered that before losing consciousness, the wiry man rolled his eyes before truly passing out.
However, this unconsciousness seed like death itself, with not a sound, making the square-faced man extrely anxious.
Among the two of them, the wiry man was usually the leader. Now that the leader was silent, as if dead, the square-faced man felt utterly at a loss.
Moreover, the scenes of Fang Yi torturing the wiry man played out fra by fra in the square-faced man’s mind. He was now drenched in sweat, fear spreading through his entire body.
The square-faced man swore he had never seen anything so terrifying in his life.
He watched as this man tortured the wiry man, sotis using fists, sotis fingers, breaking bones one by one. When his fingers touched the wiry man’s face, it didn’t seem he used much force, yet the wiry man kept screaming.
Fang Yi was already incredibly familiar with the hundreds of acupuncture points in the human body, as well as all the ridians and bones.
The square-faced man couldn’t understand why this was.
But Fang Yi knew.
He knew how to make the wiry man feel absolute pain.
This was a piece of cake for Fang Yi.
The wiry man had completely passed out, or perhaps he was truly dead.
When Fang Yi turned his gaze to the square-faced man, he shivered instantly, cold sweat breaking out all over his body. He felt Fang Yi’s gaze as sharp as a sword.
The square-faced man forced a stiff smile on his face and stamred, "Spare... spare ..."
All he could say were these two words.
Spare !
The square-faced man was truly terrified.
Fang Yi had a half-smiling expression: "With such an ugly smile, how can I spare your life?"
The square-faced man was taken aback, not understanding what Fang Yi ant, so he cautiously asked, "You... your aning is..."
"I want to kill you!" said Fang Yi.
In an instant.
The square-faced man’s face turned as white as a sheet of paper, extrely terrified.
"But don’t worry, before I kill you, I have a few questions to ask." Fang Yi’s face showed an extrely strange smile, which made the square-faced man feel increasingly cold.
Ten minutes later, Fang Yi ca out of the restroom. Outside the restroom, a large crowd had already gathered, all sorts of people. Lian Wenya stood guard at the restroom door, preventing anyone from entering.
When he sensed the door opening, Lian Wenya turned to see Fang Yi and imdiately breathed a sigh of relief.
"You can go in now, ask anything you want." Fang Yi said.
Lian Wenya was montarily puzzled at Fang Yi’s words "ask anything you want," but he soon understood. Fang Yi was telling him he could dig up big news without any scruples or obstacles since Fang Yi had already cleared them.
For Lian Wenya, a journalist, this was nothing short of heavenly news.
"Thank you, thank you!" Lian Wenya instinctively grabbed Fang Yi’s hands, expressing genuine gratitude.
Fang Yi pushed his hands away and said, "I’m not into that... You’re alright, go ahead, do what a journalist should do."
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