Pei Lai En's nostrils were bleeding as he was beaten: "You bastard, you devil, I won't let you get away with this, you'll regret it..."
But as soon as his voice fell, another round of punches and kicks followed. Lin Chen knew just how to measure his blows, inflicting excruciating pain without actually killing him.
Seemingly tired from the beating, Lin Chen finally stopped: "Regret? I've never known what regret is. As for whether you'll let me go in the future, I don't care, but if you don't come clean today, I'm not letting you off the hook."
Pei Lai En was terrorized by Lin Chen's beating, his face swollen like a pig's head, blue and purple all over: "You take things so far, aren't you afraid I'll retaliate once I get out? Aren't you afraid our Pei Lai clan won't let you off?"
Lin Chen smiled indifferently: "Afraid? If I were, I wouldn't have brought you here. I believe, after this wonderful experience, you won't hold a grudge against me; instead, you'll be grateful."