Watching the two men slam the backs of their heads against the floor, their faces twisted in agony.
Bai Xiaotian felt it too. Not long ago, he had experienced that same numb, itching sensation. It was so excruciatingly intense it made one want to die.
"Put a cushion under their heads to lessen the impact." Looking at the bleeding backs of their heads, Chen Mo spoke coldly to Bai Xiaotian. Naturally, he said it in English so the two men could understand.
Bai Xiaotian shuddered all over at those words. Good thing he had straightened up quickly when he was beaten back then. Otherwise, he might have received the same cushioned treatment.
Since he was not the one suffering it, but watching others endure it—and these people were fellows who had kidnapped Juno and held a grudge against him—he had to move fast. Who the hell knew how long those two could hold out? Better let them thoroughly enjoy this incomparably agonizing treatment.
Bai Xiaotian moved quickly, immediately grabbing a sofa cushion and placing it beneath their heads.
Once the cushion was in place, the two men could no longer slam the backs of their heads against the floor. Waves of numbness and itching swept over them, yet there was no way to relieve or replace the sensation. Their bodies could not move, and their only thought now was to die immediately.
What the hell! The two men were utterly devastated! With that soft cushion beneath them, they could not even bash their heads against the floor. Who could accept that?
"Geh, geh, geh...!" The two men stared pleadingly at Chen Mo, hoping he would spare them.
Chen Mo merely looked at them, shook his head, and remained unmoved. Heh. They had refused to answer properly and acted like Rambos.