Liang Hui looked down at the youth kneeling on the ground.
He flicked the blood off the snowy-white long ruler and asked with indifference,
"Name?"
"Thief... I,"
Bang!
The long ruler, emitting a pale white sheen, pressed down on his arm.
In an instant, the youth's arm exploded.
Piercing howls of agony resounded non-stop.
"Name?"
The indifferent voice came again, like a low chant from hell to the youth's ears.
"Liu Teng!"
"My name is Liu Teng!"
The sharp screams intermingled with the intermittent wails.
Meanwhile, Su Yao, who had been hiding, approached, stepping over bloodstains and remains.
She stood beside the boy and watched the youth being interrogated.
Liang Hui spoke again:
"Why instigate this ambush."
"Can I live?"
The youth, covering his severed arm with one hand, looked at him with pleading eyes.
He did not want to die; there was still so much joy he had not experienced in this world.
Bang! Bang!
The ruler swept across, and his legs exploded on the spot.
