"This is not working," Amon commented after a long time. The torturer inside had changed to using a small knife to cut Lei Pang's flesh little by little.
"Little kid, please don't say things you don't understand," Ta Fei uttered. He was not in a good mood. Madam Lin had given him quite a pressure with this Lei Pang. Now this kid was mocking him.
"You should show this kid respect," Madam Lin reprimanded. "He is my son. If you disrespect him, you disrespect me."
"He is…," Ta Fei looked at Amon with wide eyes. He then bowed and said, "My apology, young master."
However, Amon could see the disdain in Ta Fei's eyes. Amon could guess this fat man's thoughts. 'What right did a bastard like him to be respected? He did not even have a drop of Lin's blood inside him.' But Amon didn't care about what Ta Fei might be thinking.
"You won't break him like this," Amon said.
"Everyone has a breaking point," Ta Fei said. He tried to be respectful but his tone said otherwise.
