CRACK!
Uncle Bian expressionlessly prodded Huai Shi's face with an electric baton. Sparks flew as it crackled, and Huai Shi convulsed violently, screaming in agony.
The electric baton was withdrawn.
Huai Shi gasped violently for air, spitting out blood and saliva in large gushes.
Perhaps the basement was too stifling. Uncle Bian, suppressing the urge to cough, bent over and grabbed Huai Shi's hair, his aged face twisted fiercely. "Speak! Young man, tell me, what conspiracy are you brewing? What secrets are you still hiding?"
"Mysteries? Sounds like a good read!" Huai Shi choked violently, then asked with a cough, "Old man, at your age, you still read novels..."
Sparks flew again.
Uncle Bian took a step back and slowly sat down on a chair, watching Huai Shi's wretched state as snot and saliva flowed freely. The light illuminated his beast-like vertical pupils, shaded with indifference and savagery.
