Mo Ang took the water, but he didn't give it to him immediately. Instead, he opened the cap and teased him like a pet. "How does death feel? Just as long as I don't give you water, you'll suffocate and die right now, won't you?"
"Ugh..." The man rolled his eyes in pain.
"So, how does it feel?" Mo Ang continued to ask.
"Water..." the man called out with all his remaining strength.
"Ha, it seems you still don't want to die, so I can reward you with water now, but you have to listen to me." Mo Ang continued to taunt him.
When facing death, the survival instinct erupts. The man, who had been resigned to death, opened his mouth and strained his body, eager for water.
Mo Ang finally poured the water slowly for him, and after gulping down several sips, the man's breathing finally eased.
"Isn't it nice to breathe fresh air again?" Mo Ang asked.
