At this moment, he would have done anything to relieve his agony, anything to suffer a little less torture.
"Does it hurt?"
The subordinates tying up Old Five sneered coldly, and then one of them patted Old Five's right arm before suddenly tightening his grip, seizing Old Five's wound.
"Aah!"
Old Five was in so much pain he wanted to pass out, but the pain was so intense that he couldn't lose consciousness at all.
"You'd better endure it. Don't die from the pain before my lord gets to interrogate you," said a subordinate to Old Five.
"Hey, won't he bite his tongue and commit suicide in a moment?" one of them wondered aloud.
"Bite his tongue and commit suicide?"
The man standing in front of Old Five wore a face full of mockery as he contemptuously glanced at the bound man.
"Let him try biting. For us, biting our tongues could lead to death from blood loss, but for them... at most, their tongues are bitten off. Can that kill them?