Lu Qing paused. He stared at the silent and unmoving boy for a while before adding, "You must be looking forward to gurgling your own blood, huh?"
"Go on then!" Lu Ming taunted, surprising everyone in the room.
His eyes were filled with hatred as he glared at Lu Qing. "Go ahead and do it if you dare!"
It was an obvious provocation, one that Lu Qing was happy to oblige. "All right, then. Since you don't seem to fear death, I'll give you a few thrills before I send you off to the afterlife!"
He straightened and motioned at his men. "You there! Hold his legs down and make sure he doesn't budge. If he moves even an inch, you'll be the next ones to taste my pliers!"
A collective fear went around those present, and his henchmen diligently pinned Lu Ming in place and held his head still.
Lu Qing grinned and inserted his pliers into the boy's mouth a second time. He clamped on a molar and braced himself, intending to break it in one go.
