This warehouse was halfway completed when it was abandoned, so construction tools were still lying around it. Someone quickly brought over a metal hammer.
A few men in suits carried the unconscious man to the wall, propped him against its flat surface, and then positioned him spread-eagle. With the nails aimed at his wrists and ankles, they exerted pressure and pierced through his limbs!
With a loud pong—
The man was driven to consciousness by the excruciating pain that suddenly coursed through his four limbs. His blood-shot eyes opened round and wide, with veins and blood vessels visibly popping up on his face!
No one could understand the extent of cruelty unless one experienced it personally.
The man struggled and screamed himself hoarse.
The boy signaled with his eye for his agent to have his lackeys splash the captive cold water. Somewhat more coherent, the man lifted his half-dying face to a smart-looking boy before him.
With a stern face, the boy said, "You are dead for sure today."
The man snorted. Dead? What was there to fear of death? When he accepted this assignment, he was already prepared to die if he failed.
The boy seemed to sense the man's readiness to die, so he gave him a last chilling warning. "You can choose: die swiftly or die slowly. Which death do you prefer?"
"Swift death," the man replied through clenched teeth without thinking.
The boy smiled evilly. "All right. I can fulfill your wish, but under one condition, and that is you tell me the schemer behind the assassination attempt and your actual target!"
"Hmph!" He sneered at the boy's naivety, never once taking him as a threat!
He was a trained killer.
In this profession, once he accepted an assignment, either he received his reward for succeeding or lost his life for failing. There was no such thing as betraying his employer!
It was his miscalculation that had caused him to be caught!
This chap was too obstinate to get answers from. Taking a piece of black cloth from his agent's hand, he casually said, "Hmm. All right, then. Let me play along with you."
His soft and playful laughter was just right for his age, but his every word sent a chill down everyone's spines!
His agent ordered the lackeys to cover the captive's mouth.
Yun Tianyou then took a container from his agent's hand, which carried dozens of exquisite darts, and asked the man with finality, "Who ordered the 'hit'?"
The man pressed his lips firmly together, refusing to answer.
With a smile, the boy threw the dart at him.
Throwing darts was his forte. Due to his sickly constitution, when he was much younger, he would play some games at home out of boredom. This was one such game.
It was hard to tell if he had good aim with his eyes blindfolded, though.
With a dull thud , the dart hit the man's abdomen.
The man tried to prevent himself from making any sound, but within a split-second, his face contorted into a hideous look of unspeakable pain!
He caught his breath as his body went into an uncontrollable spasm.
This was no ordinary dart. It had been dipped with acid.
The acid seeped and ate through his flesh, which was already covered with fresh wounds.