Time ticked by, second by second.
As expected, Honma showed the composure of a top-tier expert. Though his entire face was submerged in the bowl of soup, he didn't make a sound.
He even adjusted his position, making himself more comfortable.
"Don't do anything reckless!"
Fu Qian's sudden move startled Lanaia.
The situation was already a complete mess. No matter what, she couldn't just stand by and watch Fu Qian drown this man.
"How is this reckless?"
Fu Qian wore the smile of a deranged murderer.
"This is a time-honored technique. Ever heard of the legendary Extreme Pressure?"
He looked down at Honma, whose whole body was relaxed.
"Brother Honma firmly believes we won't kill him. He knows that no matter what we do, we'll stop before he reaches his limit."
"That gives him the confidence to withstand any threat. He can even take pleasure in overcoming his fear of death."
"That does make perfect sense, but there's a problem."
"The word 'limit' is a very serious concept. You can't just define it if you've never experienced it."
"Until then, how can you be so sure your restraint will always overcome your fear?"
"Are you really sure there won't be a moment when you wonder whether I might actually kill you, consequences be damned?"
Just as Fu Qian finished speaking, the head he was holding seemed to twitch, but immediately settled down again.
"Brother Honma really is enjoying himself."
Fu Qian spoke as if deeply gratified.
"No need to thank me. It's the least I could do."
Watching the absurd scene before her, Lanaia clenched her fists, unsure what to do.
"This is why setting the stage matters."
Fu Qian shook his head as he looked at her.
"If I'd done this to Qiao Yanchuan right away, you'd probably