The Chainsaw Angel's gaze was scattered, her limbs touching the ground, wings drooping on either side like broken white fan blades, feathers covered with scorch marks. Her teeth clacked abnormally against each other, clicking like piano keys.
"She now understands her place," Farosa said with a light laugh.
"Electric shock and drowning damaged her nerves," Xu Yang observed. "To a certain extent, they made her lose her mind."
"This is more effective than ten thousand lashings," Farosa glanced at the electrifying device on the side of the glass box, with a plastic square casing housing meticulously designed circuits, the wires wrapped in red and green plastic.
"There's no need to go to such lengths," Xu Yang said. "Torture is not our style. Besides, the Chainsaw Angel Gang has been crushed, completely disbanded, no longer operating as a group, nor will it be reformed."
