The man spoke again. "You can think it over before you answer!"
Bei Tangfeng gritted his teeth. "I really don't have it!"
CRACK!
Another lash of the whip.
Bei Tangfeng's whole body convulsed, the whites of his eyes showing.
"Do you have it now?"
"Fuck your mother—OW—"
CRACK!
"I know you're a proud man. You do the opposite of what people tell you. You'd rather be beaten to death than listen to a single word from anyone else. It would make you feel like a mere actor!"
The man gazed at the scar-ridden Bei Tangfeng suspended in midair, his eyes deep and somber. "But you had better think carefully. If you die here, you'll lose everything. Not just your life, but also that pride you treasure so dearly…"
Pride? Pride my ass!
Bei Tangfeng wanted to cry but had no tears. How could these people not understand plain language?
"I already said I don't have it! What will it take for you to believe me?" he roared with difficulty, his voice hoarse.
