Gao Yang felt a sudden wave of nausea, so he immediately turned his head away, refusing to look at Lavagani.
Peter didn't look at Lavagani either; he shouted at the prisoner with the broken leg: "Speak! How many people are on this floor?"
The prisoner just cried out miserably, and Peter stomped on the prisoner's broken leg, snarling: "If you don't want the other leg broken too, answer my question while you still can. You've got three seconds. One!"
"Six people! Six people! Six people! Move your foot, ah!"
Peter twisted his foot, and as the prisoner screamed even louder, he growled: "Who are you people? I'm not patient. Talk."
"Intelligence Bureau, Yemen Military Intelligence Agency! All of us, we all are!"
The prisoner was panting heavily, and Peter looked at Gao Yang. Gao Yang nodded, just about to question the prisoner himself, but then he heard Lavagani speak weakly: "Peter Ram…"
