Number Three clutched his own hand, howling in agony.
"You bastard! Bastard!"
Everyone's heart trembled with fear.
Long Aotian's face was expressionless as he walked up to him. "I forgot. Your loyalty to that bullshit Supreme Master is practically cult-like worship. Things like your lives stopped mattering to you long ago, didn't they?"
Long Aotian crouched down. "Then let's play a different way."
"Heh, don't waste your time. I won't—"
Long Aotian began torturing him.
He took a twig and inserted it into his severed finger.
Long Aotian was very calm as he did all of this.
So calm it was as if he were assembling a set of Lego bricks.
Number Three's screams tore through the night sky, and everyone watching felt their hearts pound in terror.
Long Aotian said, "Watch the defense, Chengwen."
Lu Chengwen was staring blankly. After giving an "oh," he went to fill the gap.
Before long, sounds of fighting came from all around.
"Listen."
Long Aotian said calmly, "Your companions are counterattacking like mad, trying to save you."
Long Aotian sharpened a small twig, grabbed Number Three's hand, and slowly, bit by bit, forced it under his fingernail.
Number Three howled from the pain and cursed at the top of his lungs, but Long Aotian paid him no mind and kept pushing it in.
"In the eyes of your Supreme Master, you're nothing but lab rats. He wouldn't feel bad if a hundred of you died. Moving the Mohist Great Array here? Heh, you really brought it into my comfort zone. Do you believe me? The terrain here, where the water sources are, where ambushes can be set, where it's suited for defensive counterattacks, where herbs can be gathered... I know it all like the back of my hand."
"I can lead a team