Chu Feng shook his head, dissatisfied he clicked his tongue, "How long has it been, not even two minutes, and you can't hold on anymore?
"That's truly disappointing. I thought every member of the Demon Clan was an extreme hardliner, but it turns out you're just a tough-talker who's soft as a decorative pillow."
Looking at Fika's hopeful eyes, Chu Feng smiled softly, his gentle whisper caused Fika's complexion to drastically change, "But I'm not done having my fun yet, so—hold on a bit longer!"
"No! Ahhhhh—"
Fika let out an even more piercing wail, sweat poured from him like starch, his body struggling wildly, twisting like a worm.
Chu Feng's harsh treatment of Fika was not only to vent his rage but also to shatter his psychological defenses with fear.
That way, the information obtained during the interrogation might be more reliable.
"..."
