The Truth Comes Out

Zhang Yang went to work with practiced, astonishing skill. Wu Hao suddenly regained feeling, then let out a wretched scream.

"Aah—"

It was a cry of pain he had held back for so long, finally bursting free.

Smack, smack.

Zhang Yang lightly patted Wu Hao's cheeks and barked,

"Stop screaming. You're here now, and I promise you won't die. Tell my father exactly how you told Jiang Xinxin to spin that story for me. Otherwise..."

"Aah—"

As Zhang Yang spoke, he moved a hand to Wu Hao's right knee and gave it a light pat. Wu Hao screamed in agony.

Wu Hao's right kneecap was shattered. It was a wonder he had managed to jump off the building at all.

"I'll talk, I'll talk..."

He was at Zhang Mansion, with the devil Zhang Yang right in front of him. His life hung by a thread. If he refused to do as Zhang Yang wanted, Zhang Yang could finish him off with a flick of his hand. All Wu Hao could do was cooperate and satisfy him as best he could.

Wu Hao had no idea what sorcery Zhang Yang had used on him. Sensation had returned to his entire body in an instant. His bones felt as though they had come apart, and a heart-rending pain tore through his knee.

Wu Hao's face twisted in pain.

"Ow, ow..."

He kept moaning, the cries so miserable that anyone hearing them would have winced.

Wu Hao had jumped from the third floor. Though he had no obvious wounds or bleeding, he would have died. Zhang Yang had fed him a pill and saved his life, not out of pity, but because he still had a use for him.

"Stop yelling. If you don't talk now, you'll never have to talk again."

Zhang