After firing the gun, Luo'er rubbed his nearly-burst eardrums and then shook his head calmly and said, "I've never been fond of interrogation. Honestly, if you people just confessed honestly, there wouldn't be so much trouble. Why make it hard on yourself? We just want to get what we want. We don't like to torture people—it's too cruel, and it keeps us up at night."
"Bastards..." The man, body bent, cursed through clenched teeth. Newly healed wounds had reopened, and his already fragile body simply couldn't bear the pain of being torn apart.
After firing one shot, Luo'er pointed the muzzle upward, squinting at the man as he continued, "I'll give you one more chance and reiterate, if you comply honestly, we'll let you go. My word is my bond."
