On hearing Zhi Yong's words, Zu Youyu's eyes darted from his to Li Wei, whose expression remained cool and unreadable as ever, his fear palpable.
"You said I couldn't touch you because the person who sent me wasn't here yet." Zhi Yong mused as his eyes roved over the various tools strewn across the tables.
Well, he's here now, and knowing him, he probably doesn't care what I do to you." Zhi Yong tuts, a sinister grin dancing on his lips as his eyes eventually landed on a locking plier,
"Umm, where should I start from?"
Zhi Yong purred with sadistic anticipation, his voice taking on a singsong quality as he gently reached for the plier, sending a shiver down Zu Youyu's spine.
"How about… we start by cutting off what's left of his fingers, one by one." Zhi Yong began as he shifted his eyes to Li Wei, "Then we go straight for his balls."
