"Qi, put the needle down first."
"You just stuck that guy with it, and it hasn't been disinfected. Cross-infection could happen easily. If you end up killing him, where will we find another toy this fun?"
Seeing the steel needle draw closer and closer to the young man's skin, Yuan Qingshan interrupted.
The steel needle stopped.
The young man let out a huge sigh of relief, having escaped death.
"Didn't we have pliers?"
"Pull out a couple of teeth first."
"Then pour some salt water down his throat."
Yuan Qingshan thought for a moment, his eyes lighting up, and spoke with a smile, like a kindly old grandfather.
But the young man felt as though he had plunged into an ice cellar, chilled to the bone.
Looking at those large, rust-covered iron pliers, he felt nothing but despair.
Was this... what happened when the Ink Pavilion caught you...?
This was too fucking terrifying.
"Wait, I thought about it. What if we pull out all his teeth, and he really does join the Ink Pavilion later and become one of us? We'd see each other all the time. That wouldn't be very nice."
Yuan Qingshan interrupted again.
Qi Changshan frowned, looking very displeased, and glared at him, as though these frequent interruptions were spoiling his fun.
Only the young man nodded frantically.
Even the look he gave Yuan Qingshan was now filled with gratitude.
"But he won't tell us anything..."
"How about this?"
Yuan Qingshan suddenly smiled and pointed at the transparent wall a short distance away.
Black Angel was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall.
Though he was already panting heavily, his eyes still held that vicious look.
Clearly...
He refused to submit, and even seemed a little inclined to kill someone.
"What do you think about throwing