"Even for interrogating death-row prisoners utterly devoid of conscience... this punishment would be enough..." The teaching assistant had neither been beaten nor injured, but merely watching had already become more than he could bear.
His face was deathly pale, his body shook like chaff in a sieve, and his legs trembled as though he might drop onto his backside at any moment.
Wen Xingtian's eyes flickered thoughtfully, then he whispered, "Just pretend I was never here..."
Before his words had finished sounding, he turned and left, completely ignoring the teaching assistant's overwhelming misgivings.
Clearly, Wen Xingtian intended to see what results Zuo Xiaoduo's extreme training methods would produce.
But it had to be said that training of this intensity went well beyond a simple beating from society.
This was absolutely extreme torture interrogation, and utterly inhuman, virtually without limits-"torture" interrogation in the truest sense!
Watching Zuo Xiaoduo thrust his sword straight into wounds he had already sliced open and stir it around, even Wen Xingtian felt chills washing over his entire body!
What the fuck...
Wasn't this going a little too far?
About twenty minutes later, Zuo Xiaoduo stood leisurely outside the recovery room, waving his gleaming longsword as he waited.
Xiang Chong was the first to emerge. The instant he spotted Zuo Xiaoduo, his face went white, and he dropped onto his backside. "Class Monitor Zuo, hasn't that been enough?!"
The classmates who emerged behind him, including Meng Changjun, all crowded together like a bunch of kittens that had spotted a great tiger. Boys and girls alike huddled together, shivering, their eyes filled with terror as they trembled with fear!
"Y-you... what exactly... are you doing...?"
Yu Yan'er's voice trembled, thick with tears. "It's already mealtime, I'm telling you..."
Zuo Xiaoduo sprang into the air with a howl, whipping