Smack, smack...
"Fucking hell, you're still keeping your mouth shut!"
With a vicious expression, Yang Bo lashed the agent who had already been turned into a vampire.
Through Jerry, Yang Bo had learned that the man's name was Allen. Yes, it sounded like a nickname.
Smack, smack!
The whip struck Allen, leaving two hideous wounds that split open like gaping mouths-a vivid demonstration of what it meant to have your flesh torn apart.
"Jerry, your turn. Aim for his mouth, and put some muscle into it!"
He handed the whip to Jerry, who was still adjusting to his body. Just earlier, Yang Bo had reluctantly parted with six bottles of [Vampire Blood] to raise Jerry to level 2, allowing him to unlock the first two Hunter skills.
Jerry felt that although his strength hadn't skyrocketed, his stamina and speed had improved enormously. With the boost from [Increase Attack Speed] in particular, he felt he could activate something like bullet time at will.
Taking the whip from Yang Bo, he looked at Allen hanging from the wall, a flicker of pity crossing his eyes. He and Allen weren't particularly close, but they were still comrades. Seeing Allen's fate filled him with dread for his own.
He bit his lip lightly and gripped the whip tightly, then gave Yang Bo a faint smile. "Sir, shouldn't we ask him some questions?"
"Ask questions?"
Yang Bo waved a hand indifferently and said coldly, "No need. If he wants to talk, he will. If he doesn't, asking won't get us anywhere. I'm only whipping him to vent a little frustration!"
"If you want to ask, go ahead. If not, help me whip him. Don't worry about killing him. He's a vampire now-even if his hand gets cut off, it'll grow back. If it comes to