The two men started in alarm. Just as they were about to turn and meet the attack, they felt something heavy slam into their heads.
Then their vision went black, and they lost consciousness.
When they came to, they saw a young man watching them with a beaming smile.
"Tang Yan!" one of them cried. He tried to leap up and fight back, only to discover that he could not muster a trace of true qi. Even his hands and feet had been bound.
"That's right, it's me. Tell me, why have you been following me?" Tang Yan asked with a smile.
"Hmph!" Both men turned their heads away, ignoring Tang Yan.
"Heh, tough nuts are the last thing I'm afraid of." A trace of coldness appeared on Tang Yan's face as he pointed at Old Liu. "You. Answer me."
Old Liu stared coldly at Tang Yan, still saying nothing.
"If I cut off your fingers one by one, cut off all your toes, carved away your flesh slice by slice, and stripped out your bones one at a time, how do you think that would feel?" Tang Yan asked mildly.
Old Liu's expression changed sharply.
He was not afraid of death, but that did not mean he was willing to suffer. He snapped, "Kill me or carve me up, just make it quick! Don't insult a martial artist's dignity!"
Tang Yan ignored him and continued, "Do you think that isn't exciting enough?
"What if I cut an opening in your body and poured honey inside, drawing ants and bugs into you to devour your flesh and blood bit by bit? You've probably never experienced that feeling, have you?"
At this, not only Old Liu but even the man who was not being questioned felt his scalp prickle.
"Just make