But the other party really was tough, for even after being tortured to such an extent, he still glared at the torturer with eyes filled with hatred, anger burning incessantly within them.
Extinguishing his cigarette on the other's body, he deliberately chose the most painful spot, yet the only reaction was a furrowed brow, and not a single word spoken.
"I must say I'm somewhat impressed with you, that you can still endure under these circumstances. But I wonder what your face will look like when I bring that little guy back?"
"The staircase entrance is safe, you won't be able to bring him back."
"Well, that's not necessarily true. You think we don't know the secret of the staircase entrance? The pressure from a horde of monsters causes a small spatial fluctuation there, allowing us to squeeze in. I bet those bloodthirsty monsters have already caught him by now. That kid without eyes is probably crying out and waiting for you to rescue him."
