Dog Head was doing much better.
Because he had taken the medicine in time and received proper treatment, his life was no longer in danger.
A wheelchair rolled out, with Dog Head sitting in it, still coughing slightly.
Ox Head said, "I'll handle things from here. Get some rest."
"It's fine... cough cough... I'm okay."
Huo Wendong came out carrying a glass of red wine. "Hurry up. The sun's about to set. Interrogate him."
Two experts pushed Bai Fuchun inside.
Bai Fuchun was in a truly miserable state.
One of his arms was broken, and iron rods had been driven all over his body, pinning him to an iron chair. He was in a living hell.
Ox Head, dressed in a crisp black suit with both hands in his pockets, walked up to him.
"Answer whatever you're asked. If you refuse to answer or deliberately lie, the pain doubles. Understand?"
Bai Fuchun glared at Ox Head and tried to struggle, but he could not gather even a trace of true qi. Any movement sent pain tearing through his entire body.
Ox Head said, "Name?"
"Bai Fuchun."
"Whose orders do you follow?"
"My own."
Ox Head stepped closer, grabbed one of the iron rods embedded in his body, and gently twisted it.
The pain drilled straight into Bai Fuchun's heart!
This move was just too vicious!
The moment one rod moved, pain forced your body to instinctively twitch and contort. But once you moved, every iron rod throughout your body caused further injury. And the worse the pain became, the harder it was to stop moving.
Ox Head only needed to move a finger, while Bai Fuchun was trapped in endless agony with no way to stop!
Ox Head watched him for a while, then lightly tapped his forehead. Bai Fuchun