"Kid, how old are you?"
The young man looked up. Seeing Iron Tooth like this, he was clearly beginning to panic, his lips trembling. "T... twenty."
"Twenty. You really are young..." Iron Tooth sighed again. "How many years have you been doing this?"
"Sir, I haven't done anything too outrageous. I didn't make a move behind the apothecary either. I was just following the boss to earn a living."
The young man hurriedly explained.
Iron Tooth asked no more questions and nodded to the guards behind him.
A guard entered, dragged the young man to the rack with a vicious grin, and quickly fastened his hands and feet.
Iron Tooth walked over and tapped the whip against the ground. Drops of water splashed onto the man's face.
"I'll ask you one more time. Did someone give you orders yesterday? Who sent you here?"
"No one! We just couldn't stand seeing crooked merchants harm people! The boss said we had to teach them a lesson!" the young man shouted loudly.
Iron Tooth shook his head and lashed out with the whip.
The saltwater-soaked whip struck his shoulder, instantly peeling back flesh as if a snake had bitten off a chunk.
The young man let out a miserable scream, his entire body jerking upward.
"Keep... making things up," Iron Tooth said.
"Really, no one ordered us to do it! We only... Aah!"
The second lash struck beneath his ribs. The pain made the young man bite through his lips, snot and tears smearing his entire face.
"I have plenty of time, so there's no need for you to rush." Iron Tooth dipped the whip into the saltwater again.
"When you decide to talk, I'll stop. Even if you truly refuse to open your mouth, that's fine. I'll simply torture you to death."