Gu Junzhu turned a deaf ear until he had trodden all thirty-some darts into the man's body.
There were three still showing outside his body.
Those three had missed their mark, hitting his vitals. To step on them would have killed him instantly.
Gu Junzhu didn't want him to die that easily.
Guo Mu's screams had rendered his voice hoarse, and he had lost control of his bladder and bowels, creating a filthy mess beneath him.
Pain, humiliation, remorse—his emotions were a tangled mess.
If he had known this man was even more ruthless than him, he certainly would have stayed far away and never provoked him in any way.
The pain was too much.
Living even a second longer was torture for him.
Gu Junzhu squatted down beside him, looking into his eyes, "It was Fang Mingzhu who asked you to kill Fang Yao and Mi Sheng, right?"
Enduring pain akin to being slowly sliced, Guo Mu was like a fish thrown ashore and gutted, only able to gasp for air without uttering a word.
