The cultist felt a throbbing pain in his head. His body was nearly falling apart.
He struggled to roll over and saw Fang Cheng approaching. The long blade in his hand melted and split apart, turning into several slender spikes.
"W-what are you going to do?"
The cultist's voice trembled. The Ultraman who had burst in and killed two people had terrified him.
Fang Cheng said nothing. He drove the spikes into the man's hands and feet, pinning all four limbs to the floor.
"Ah—"
The cultist opened his mouth to scream in pain, but Fang Cheng clamped a hand over it, muffling his cries into whimpers.
His limbs instinctively thrashed, but the movement only caused further injuries and even more intense pain.
Fang Cheng watched impassively. The cultist had hesitated when his companions died, so there was a good chance he wasn't a fanatic.
As long as he wasn't a fanatic, Fang Cheng could make him talk.
Fang Cheng didn't know any interrogation techniques. The only method he could think of was pain.
Pain to break the man's will.
If he could endure even that, Fang Cheng had no objection to making him understand that sometimes, being kicked in the balls could hurt enough to kill a man.
Some men didn't fear death, but they certainly didn't want to end up with their balls smashed and become eunuchs.
Sato Hayato also came in from outside the room and silently walked over to Fang Cheng.
The bloody scene in the room made him uncomfortable, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to accept it all.
The last traces of innocence and childishness in his heart were fading away, little by little.
Only after the cultist's screams had stopped did Fang Cheng release his mouth and press a spike against