The mysterious man did not soften at Yu Tianheng's desperate pleas.
Different people required different methods.
To control a selfish, cowardly man who feared death,
gentle methods were useless.
A man like that wouldn't remember your kindness. He'd only take advantage of it.
People like him needed to be controlled with fear and reward.
The mysterious man intended to give him a memory that would be carved into his bones.
He would make sure Yu Tianheng knew what happened to those who betrayed him.
The mysterious man picked up a small knife and scraped it against Yu Tianheng's face.
"Don't be nervous."
"As a healing-type Spirit Master, I can guarantee you'll stay alive."
"At worst, it'll hurt a little."
Feeling the chill against his cheek, Yu Tianheng broke out in goosebumps. The fear in his heart surged to its peak.
"Shh!"
Yu Tianheng was about to speak, but the mysterious man silenced him with a gesture.
"You can scream and beg for mercy, but I won't stop. I need you to experience this entire artistic feast I've carefully prepared for you."
"Gulp..."
Yu Tianheng swallowed involuntarily, his body trembling with fear.
The mysterious man lowered the knife until its tip rested against Yu Tianheng's collar.
"To keep you from forgetting what I say once the torture begins, I'll say a few things beforehand. I hope you'll remember them well."
With that, the mysterious man suddenly drew the blade downward.
Yu Tianheng's shirt was sliced open to his waist in an instant.
The chill carried by the blade made Yu Tianheng hold his breath. A dense sheen of cold sweat appeared on his back and brow.
For that instant, he even forgot to be afraid.
"Haah... haah..."
When he came to his senses, Yu Tianheng's breathing had grown quick and heavy.