"Wait, wait," seeing the man bloodied at the mouth from Hu Daoke's kicks, Luo'er quickly reached out to stop him, "Don't beat him to death, we still need to question him."
"What's there to ask? Xiao Fula knows already. Since he wants to harm us, just kill him and be done with it," Hu Daoke said with terrifying indifference.
"We're not thugs; there's no need to kill so cruelly. Besides, his attempt was unsuccessful, we can't just casually decide his life or death," Luo'er said.
"Hear that? You better thank my boss!" Hu Daoke glanced at Luo'er, then delivered another fierce kick to the man's stomach and said menacingly.
"Thank, thank you boss..." The man coughed, then struggled to his feet and spoke timidly.
Luo'er walked over, crouched in front of him, and raised him up with both hands, looking at him expressionlessly and asking, "What did Azita tell you?"
