[WARNING- This chapter contains violent part... If someone feels uncomfortable reading such scenes, then please skip reading it]
Wu Zixin looked at one of the bodyguards and mouthed at him 'Get me a chair'.
He forwarded the chair towards X without saying a word. Mr. X turned the chair around and straddled it. Resting his left arm on the top of the headrest, holding the stick on his right hand, he pushed the sharp end of the stick to Su Qiang's throat when he didn't answer his question.
"Cough…..cough….. Pleeessee….. cough….. let gggo…." Su Qiang choked because of the pressure on his windpipe.
X looked at him viciously from top to bottom. His eyes stopped at his hands, "With these hands, you were driving the car, Right?" he gritted his teeth.
---------------PAK….. A harsh blow of stick landed on Su Qiang's right hand.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh... Ahh…. Ahhh…. " He winced in pain holding his hand rolling on the floor. That one single blow was so hard that the stick broke into two.
