The two thugs woke up to find themselves tightly trussed up. They instinctively struggled, but couldn't move an inch. Instead, their wounds were tugged, making them bare their teeth in pain.
"Stop struggling. I've got questions for you. Answer them properly," Lin Fan said calmly.
The gaunt-faced man snorted. "You're overthinking it. No matter what you ask, we won't tell you a damn thing!"
Lin Fan said, "I have ways to make you talk."
The gaunt face didn't buy it. "We're not even afraid of dying, you think we'd be afraid of you? Best if you just kill us. That'll save you some time."
The fat one said, "It's just a pity we can't drag you down with us. All because of you, you little punk. I was already prepared to die!"
