Zhao Tianfeng frowned slightly and stared at Ye Fan warily.
"Lan Sha, the pain in your body has been increased tenfold by me! If you are willing to tell the whereabouts of Zisha, then I will let you die a happy death!" Ye Fan said lightly with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"What? Ten times the pain?"
Zhao Tianfeng's pupils shrank suddenly, a look of shock flashed in his eyes, and his expression changed in many ways.
"How's it going? Are you going to continue to be patient, or are you telling the truth?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, with an evil smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Hmph! There is no pain ten times greater in this world. You are just scaring me. Do you think you can threaten me in this way? I tell you, just dream! I will never betray Zisha!" Zhao Tianfeng said coldly.
He snorted and glanced at Mark with disdain.
"If that's the case, then just continue to endure the pain!"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth. After saying that, he punched Zhao Tianfeng.
"boom!"
A muffled sound was heard instantly. After Zhao Tianfeng received a punch, his body trembled violently, a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. His legs went weak and he knelt down on the ground, his face as pale as paper.
"Ah...ahhh!"
Suddenly, Zhao Tianfeng screamed in great pain!
Ten times more painful, really extraordinary!
"Zhao Tianfeng, I advise you to tell the truth as soon as possible, otherwise you know the consequences! I will use all means to torture you to death! I do what I say, and I believe in my own strength." Ye Fan glanced at Zhao Tianfeng indifferently.
He glanced at it and said in a cold tone.
Zhao Tianfeng's body twitched violently, the veins on his forehead protruded, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked ferocious and terrifying. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his joints made a creaking sound.
He never dreamed that the punch just now seemed ordinary, but his body suffered such terrible pain.
Is this...is this ten times more painful? What kind of evil magic is this...?
Zhao Tianfeng was secretly surprised.
Then, Zhao Tianfeng forcibly suppressed the pain in his heart, stared at Ye Fan, and shouted coldly: "Ye Fan! You can't get any information from me! I will never succumb to your power!"
At this time, a disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, as if he was not worried that Zhao Tianfeng would not confess.
I saw him relighting a cigarette, taking a puff, exhaling the rich smoke, and then slowly asked: "Lan Sha, I'm afraid you don't know that my best thing is to speak harshly! Since it hurts you ten times,
If you don’t want to say it, then I will inflict a hundred times more pain!”
What? A hundred times?
Hearing this, Zhao Tianfeng's face suddenly sank.
His body has already endured ten times the pain. If it were a hundred times more painful, he would definitely not survive for half an hour!
"Ye...Ye Fan! You despicable villain! If you have the guts to kill me, you torture me. How can you be a hero?"
Zhao Tianfeng gritted his teeth and stared at Ye Fan.
"Do you, an ant like you, deserve to talk to me about heroes? Let me tell you, your life and death are in my hands. As long as I am willing, I can make your life worse than death at any time!" Ye Fan smiled coldly, disdainfully.