"Stop hitting," Alif muttered weakly. His consciousness was slipping, and he couldn't hold on much longer.
Wang Teng stopped abruptly when he heard Alif begging for mercy. The brick stopped an inch above his forehead.
"Aren't you very powerful? You can catch whoever you want to catch, right? Why are you admitting defeat now?"
"I… this is all a misunderstanding, misunderstanding!" Alif cried in disgrace and sorrow. His voice was extremely weak.
"Is this really a misunderstanding?" Wang Teng mocked. "I killed two holy knights and injured six of them. Is that a misunderstanding too?"
"Yes, it's all a misunderstanding!" Alif gritted his teeth and nodded. He didn't dare to object at all. He was afraid of receiving more hits on his head if he offended Wang Teng again.
He had developed psychological trauma towards the brick, and it couldn't be erased easily. He felt fearful.
