Chen Nan grabbed his collar and patted his face: "You must have figured out what I want to know by now, haven't you? Fine, I'll say it again: as long as you honestly confess the crime of murdering Lu Fei, I can stop torturing you. Otherwise, I'll make you feel worse than death."
"No, I didn't, I'm the mayor, how could I kill anyone!" At the mention of Lu Fei, Fang Qinghai, who had already given in, immediately hardened his mouth.
"In that case, Mayor Fang, I'm sorry then."
Chen Nan said with a smile, but to Fang Qinghai, this smile was no different from a devil's smile.
Next, Chen Nan moved both his hands, executing the Bone-Splitting Hand one strike after another on Fang Qinghai's body, ignoring his screams as he showed no intention of stopping.
Within just two minutes, Fang Qinghai was in tears, his clothes soaked with sweat.
His body trembled uncontrollably like a sieve of wheat, his facial expression twisted beyond recognition, nearing the limit of human endurance for pain.
