"Speak! Where are you from? What is this place? What other factions are nearby?" Zhao Fu asked the little boy with a pair of terrifying eyes.
In a dark room, the little boy was bound in iron chains and suspended in midair. His face was full of anger as he struggled constantly, trying to break free, but naturally, he could not loosen even a single link of the chains.
The little boy shouted stubbornly, "I won't tell you Apocalypse World people anything! I won't speak even if I die. You'd better kill me now, or you'll regret it."
Zhao Fu's expression did not change. He released a powerful bolt of lightning that continuously struck the boy's body. Zhao Fu would not hold back simply because he was a child.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh..."
The powerful current ravaged the little boy's body, making him tremble violently and cry out miserably. Only after a while did Zhao Fu stop. The boy was drenched from head to toe, hanging limply in midair, and had become much more compliant.
He now understood what happened when one was captured by the enemy—they would not be merciful or go easy on him. They would treat him with cold cruelty.
"I'll say it one more time. Tell me everything you know, or I'll use even more painful methods. If you tell me, I'll let you see your brother, and I won't torture him anymore either. You know your brother is often used for experiments and endures immense pain every day," Zhao Fu said coldly to the little boy.
When the little boy heard that Zhao Fu was using his brother for experiments, he became extremely furious as well and shouted, "How dare you do that to my brother! I won't let you off!"
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh..."
Zhao Fu