Some of the man's wounds were bloody and mangled with saltwater. Yun Tianyou's dart hit an open wound on his belly nicely.
The dart would not go deep with its short tip, so shooting using it was not fatal. However, the acid and the saltwater created a chemical reaction that sizzled into green smoke. The pain caused by the erosion at the wound site could only be experienced fully by the man.
At some point, the man's throat no longer produced a sound.
The boy's brows furrowed pitifully. "Oh, no. Did I hit him?"
"Yes, you did," his agent confirmed.
The boy broke into a lovely smile.
He then took another dart and readied himself to throw it at the man.
"Mmph… mmm… mmmph!" The man unintelligibly mumbled his surrender.
The boy was just getting into position, yet the man had nearly pissed his pants from the sight.
It appeared that he was truly terrified this time.
After all, the excruciating pain was unbearable even to a man heavily involved in the business of killing people.
He was a veteran killer – a person whose hands had been dyed with blood for the most part of his life. He had long been numbed to any emotions, including fear of death!
Right now, however, he was truly cowed by this six-year-old's tactic.
This must be a joke…
Is this really a six-year-old boy?
The man struggled to open his lids, which were made heavy by the blood trickling down his forehead. He blinked to regain his vision and finally caught a good glimpse of the boy's face.
The child, who was small for his age, was dressed in a white shirt and dungarees. His raven hair framed his face and nicely complemented his fair skin. The kid, although blindfolded, was evidently smiling from the way his eyes crinkled at the corner. His sharp nose, adorable lips, and rosy cheeks accentuated his naïve and tender aura.
However, his presence alone was exuding a spine-chilling foreboding.
Even his smile seemed eerie and goosebumps-inducing!
Is this child only six?
He could not believe it.
How could a six-year-old come up with such an inhumane method of torture?
"What is he saying?" The child raised a brow jestingly.
The agent signaled a lackey to remove the gag from the captive's mouth.
The poor man begged pathetically, "Stop, please! Finish me off! I don't want…"
"Why should I stop just because you asked?" The boy tilted his head with a smile. His voice tinkled tenderly and lovingly, yet his words were chilling to the bones.
The man's face turned ashen. "I'm just a hired killer. I merely followed orders!"
"Touché. I'm just a kid needing a playmate, and you happen to be that right now." He smiled gracefully.
With that, he lifted his wrist.
The tip of the dart glinted coldly.
"No… I'll speak!"
"Oh, no, don't. Are you confessing so soon?" The boy sounded disappointed. "I thought you were more stubborn than that, but I apparently made a mistake. Look at you; hurrying to confess just because of a little pain!"
"I'll tell you everything; I just want a swift death!"
"Boring! I'm not done playing yet. Let's talk after I enjoy myself some more."