Kill the Boy

The pain that Li Feng was experiencing right now was making him cry so badly inside. He just wanted to pass out and die, but it kept on jolting him awake as if Hongfei could tell the moment that he was starting to faint. The hits were not really painful, but his wounds were already too many to be counted by two hands alone. He was not bleeding, but his skin receptors were overloaded.

Li Feng would never sell out anything about Liu Xiaodan. Even if they cut his fingers one by one, he had been trained to handle a few things. Moreover, even if he talked, he wouldn't guarantee that he would live through it. At least, if he kept mum, there was this fallacy of loyalty.

One of the old men, Wu Zhen, only watched the man. He then turned to Qiao Dong who was getting impatient. "That is Li Heilong's son. I doubt he's any harder to crack than any of his men. Let's just kill the boy now."