Fang Bai caught the desk lamp and set it down on the table behind him, then kicked Liu Yuanlong back onto the bed and sighed, "Even tigers do not eat their cubs; it seems you still have a trace of humanity. It won't be easy for you to kill your own son, so I guess I'll have to persuade your son instead!"
He grabbed a fruit knife from the fruit bowl and walked over to Liu Yichen. "What about it, have you thought it through? Kill Liu Yuanlong, and I'll spare your life!"
Liu Yichen still shook his head.
Fang Bai took Liu Yichen's hand, an fruit knife in his grasp. With a swift motion, a segment of Liu Yichen's left little finger dropped onto the bed, and blood gushed from the amputation.
Ah—
Liu Yichen screamed like a pig being slaughtered, sweat pouring out from the pain.
"Will you kill him or not?"
"No... "
Whoosh—
The fruit knife in Fang Bai's hand swung again, and Liu Yichen's left ring finger fell onto the bed.
