"You won't respond? You've got some backbone, then!"
Chen Fei spoke to himself as the right hand gripping Yu Qi Wu's forehead tightened bit by bit.
Yu Qi Wu froze when he heard Chen Fei's words. But he had nodded—he had nodded with all his strength just now. He hadn't failed to respond.
Yu Qi Wu opened his mouth, trying to speak, but after several hoarse sounds from his throat, he discovered that he could not utter a single word. Feeling the hand on his head tightening further and further, terror of death swept through his entire body.
Yu Qi Wu struggled desperately, trying to prove that he wanted to cooperate, yet all the strength in his body had been restrained. His so-called struggle was no more than a faint trembling of his body.
"Still won't speak? Fine, then I'll grant your wish!"
Chen Fei's voice exploded beside Yu Qi Wu's ear. Yu Qi Wu's face flushed crimson. He had still been able to nod just moments ago, but now he could not even do that. He could only slowly feel the palm on his head tightening more and more.
Excruciating pain began to bloom in his head, and it only grew more intense.
In a daze, Yu Qi Wu felt that the scene before him was strangely familiar. Then, all of a sudden, he remembered that only a few days earlier, he had killed someone in exactly this way.
The other person had already begged for mercy, but Yu Qi Wu had turned a deaf ear, tearing open the flesh on the person's body at his leisure until the person finally died amid anguished screams.
Now, his own flesh had not been torn apart, but his head had already been completely deformed.
Was this retribution?
So retribution truly existed!