Before long.
Patrol Captain Zhao and another Patrol Officer came running over, carrying a stretcher between them.
They were moving quickly, yet the stretcher remained perfectly steady. The severely injured man lying atop it was barely jostled, demonstrating remarkably refined control.
The Dream Master struggled to keep his one remaining good eye open. Seeing this, a trace of confusion appeared in his gaze.
A Patrol Captain gripped the Dream Master's neck tightly with a hand like an iron clamp and cursed, "You piece of trash. Trading your life for Li Zhong's life counts as putting waste to use!"
The Dream Master immediately understood what that meant, and his expression turned utterly awful.
His lips trembled as he cursed, "You Wan Hao dogs..."
Slap!
A vicious slap sent the Dream Master nearly unconscious. His cheek instantly swelled high, half his teeth flew out in every direction, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose.
The Patrol Captain grinned, his tone filled with undisguised malice. "Do you know why I'm talking to you? Because I wanted an excuse to slap you."
Cheng Han's mouth twitched.
The dogs beside him wagged their tails even more enthusiastically.
Thud!
The stretcher was set down.
A Patrol Officer lay upon it, already in a deep coma. His neck was wrapped in thick bandages, while the exposed skin carried a purplish-black hue.
It was clearly the result of snake venom.
Cheng Han glanced at the injured man, then turned to the Dream Master and ordered, "Pry this guy's mouth open."
The Patrol Captain answered and swiftly reached out with his right hand, forcefully pinching the Dream Master's jaw.
Crack!
A soft sound rang out.
It seemed a fissure had been crushed into his jawbone.
This was undoubtedly deliberate torture.
The Dream Master groaned in pain.
Cheng Han