The response to him was the sinister laughter of the man in the black robe.
The torture devices were set up on the two men without hesitation, one fat, one thin, like plucked wild chickens shivering in the cold wind, trembling so much they could not utter a complete sentence anymore.
"Feeling scared now?" The man in the black robe toyed with a dagger, the cold light of the blade accentuating the porcelain whiteness and slenderness of his wrist.
No sooner had the words fallen than the dagger flew, barely grazing Yan Minsheng's leg and embedding itself in the wall behind him.
Yan Minsheng was so frightened he nearly rolled his eyes back in his head.
However, the man in the black robe ignored this and took another dagger from the case.
