"Ahhh—"
It was as if a burning-hot iron blade had suddenly been thrust into his brain, making the brain matter boil, and his entire head seemed to swell!
Excruciating pain struck Zhang Cong's nervous system like lightning, filling his brain instantly, causing him to completely lose his mind and involuntarily unleash a shrill, hoarse wail of agony!
"No—Please—I'll talk, I'll tell everything!"
In that moment, his whole body twisted desperately in Chu Feng's grip, contorting like a large green caterpillar being roasted over a lighter, his body's skin flushing red from the intense pain.
Yet the skin on his face was the exact opposite, exuding a deep bluish hue; his facial features squeezed together like putty, as snot and tears streamed down.
Chu Feng had only just started his technique, and Zhang Cong immediately turned into Zhang Song, twitching and begging for mercy.
"Alright, speak then. Who sent you to kill me?"
