Just like playing golf.
Fatty watched helplessly as Gu Mian swung the chair leg in his hand, describing a smooth arc in the air. Half a second later, its trajectory perfectly clear, the chair leg smacked squarely against the hideous face.
It was a vicious hit, sending the wide-open mouth flying.
Apparently not anticipating this treatment, the face twisted in surprise as it spun in mid-air.
By the time it landed, Gu Mian had already taken off his white coat.
Don't get the wrong idea; it wasn't for anything strange.
Gu Mian used his white coat like a sack, swiftly covering the face and tying a dead knot to prevent it from snapping at his head.
"Come on." Gu Mian reached out, grabbed the tentacle suspending the face, and gave it a hard tug. It could barely be considered a tentacle; the thing was very elastic, like a black rubber band.
He continued, "I'll give you two choices. One, answer my questions truthfully... or two, let me tear your face off and take it with me."
