Wu Zhang continued leaning against the wall, trying to think of a way to get out of this place. His already aching body was now hurting even more from the knife stab and blood continued seeping out of it, soaking into the sleeve of his gray suit jacket. In order to calm himself from the pain, he closed his eyes but eventually fell asleep from exhaustion.
When he woke up next, he found his wounds bandaged and a new set of clothes on his body. Very soon Fei Yan came back with some water and food for him. Wu Zhang asked in a hoarse voice, "I thought you asked not to give me any food or water. What is with all this hospitality?
"I did. But I do not want you to die. How else would I torture you otherwise?" She responded with a sickly-sweet smile. "It was also for the very the same reason that I even got you patched up. So that I can tear you apart again, much worse this time, of course." No matter how what her words were, her smile never disappeared.
