"How did you get in?" Zhao Xiong's face turned pale.
The sensation of a naked blade pressed against one's neck is far from pleasant.
Man is the knife and I am the meat.
He never thought that one day he would become the fish on the chopping board, with no chance to fight back.
Xu Qing looked around and said softly, "Officer Zhao, the feng shui of your courtyard is not good; how come it's drafty everywhere?"
Zhao Xiong couldn't help but cry out as Xu Qing had dislocated the joints of his limbs.
This secret room, although having air holes, wouldn't let his voice carry further than the wind.
But Xu Qing still pat Zhao Xiong's face with the dagger, kindly reminding him, "Officer Zhao, if you want to leave sooner, perhaps you could scream a little louder."
As a result, Zhao Xiong only dared to moan in pain, no longer having the guts to shout loudly.
In fact, the more evil persons are, the more they fear death.
But they often pretend not to fear death to scare ordinary people.