"Which gang did those men in black belong to?" Chen Jue asked again. He intended to wring every last bit of value out of this gunman.
"The... the Black Dragon Group..." The gunman's chest began heaving harder. His ruptured lungs were making even breathing difficult.
"Matsuba-kai... Black Dragon Group... got it! Thanks!" Chen Jue muttered the two gangs' names, then reached out and passed his hand over the gunman's eyes. As his two fingers brushed the man's Taiyang acupoints, he intended to use his technique of sending Hidden Strength into the brain again.
After accidentally blasting the other gunman's head apart, Chen Jue now knew how to control the force on his second attempt.
When the sole surviving gunman saw Chen Jue raise a hand to cover his eyes, his fierce will to live drove him to whimper, "Don't kill me... I know plenty more... I'm still useful..."
Chen Jue paused slightly at how cooperative the gunman was. Through his sensitive hearing, he could sense that the man's internal organs were shattered beyond recognition, yet he was still clinging desperately to life, truthfully telling Chen Jue everything he knew.
People said the human body could unleash unimaginable energy in a crisis. This was Chen Jue's first time seeing an ordinary person with such a powerful will to live.
"A Jap is still a Jap. They'll do anything to cling to life."
"Unfortunately, none of that information is worth a damn to me. Go in peace. With those internal injuries, even taking you to a hospital would be pointless." Chen Jue sighed softly and released power through his two fingers. Hidden Strength surged into the man's head, churning his brain into mush.
To Chen Jue, the only good Jap was a dead Jap. Nor could he forgive these hypocrites on behalf