"You're already in such agony with just both arms wasted, do you realize that next, I will waste your legs as well?" Akagi Gen said.
"Even if you kill me, I will never side with your Japanese nation!" Bai Xiong endured the pain and spoke these words.
Clearly, he had once again infuriated Akagi Gen.
"Let's see just how tough your mouth is!" Just as Akagi Gen was about to break Bai Xiong's legs, suddenly, he felt a gaze upon him, sharp as a thorn on his back.
Hmm?
What Akagi Gen saw was Ye Qiu's gaze, and he couldn't help but smile: "Are you going to make a move?"
"Your target is me, so come at me." Ye Qiu stepped down into the arena, facing Akagi Gen's oppressive aura. He was just an ordinary person, not resisting, not confronting, but, miraculously unscathed, he walked right up to Akagi Gen.
"Young Master, I..." Bai Xiong saw Ye Qiu step down and felt somewhat guilty. If he could have held on a little longer, there would have been more time for Ye Qiu.