The Trap I'd Set for You
"Suicide squads from Country Y aren't afraid of dying. I wonder if you're afraid of pain." Xu Huo lifted a finger, and the alien man's other hand was severed too.
The pain made him scream, and he started cursing Xu Huo and his entire family.
Xu Huo let him curse. He raised his hand several more times, cutting off both his feet and opening several nonfatal wounds on his body.
In the blink of an eye, the alien man had become a bloody mess. His face was deathly pale, and he knelt on the ground, drenched in cold sweat. He didn't even realize that he'd been moved until the light around him dimmed.
He looked around in surprise. "Is this a basement? Weren't we just—"
Before he could finish, his head was forced upward again. A point of light appeared in the dimness. Beneath it hung a tilted bucket, and a drop of water fell onto the spot between his eyebrows.
His hands and feet, no longer bleeding, were bound to a chair. A few seconds later, the alien man began to tremble all over with fear.
Xu Huo stood in front of him, his expression cold and cruel. "I'm a man who believes in peace. I don't like bloody methods. I won't traffic in people, and I certainly won't carve out your organs. Feeling a little better?"
The alien man trembled harder and harder. As time passed, the whites of his eyes grew bloodshot, and his eyeballs bulged as he stared at the drop of water wobbling on the bucket's rim. Then he screamed uncontrollably, "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! Just give me a quick death!"
Thirty seconds later, Xu Huo emerged from a bakery beside the street where the car had