The cripple shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Lin Fan said, "You're lying. Tell me honestly, or I'll make you regret it."
The cripple smiled bitterly, "Brother, I really don't know."
Lin Fan was tired of talking nonsense with him, put him down, moved his hand to the man's shoulder, and gave it a light squeeze, while the other hand covered his mouth in advance.
The cripple was instantly in heart-wrenching pain, but with his mouth covered, he couldn't make a sound. Cold sweat dripped down, and his face twisted in agony.
Lin Fan waited for him to adjust to the intense pain and said, "I'll ask you again: do you know about the Yun Sect? Tell me everything you know, or what you felt just now is just a taste. The pain that follows, I guarantee you've never experienced before, understand?"
The cripple, scared out of his wits, hurriedly nodded. My God, he's nearly dying from the pain and that was just a taste.
Lin Fan then released his hand and said, "Speak."
