Although the man had never endured such a punishment, just hearing Xu Ke describe it was enough to know it was a cruel penalty.
If it were a real iron comb, he might still grit his teeth and endure it, but with such a small fork to torture himself bit by bit, he couldn't guarantee he could withstand the mental pressure and might lose control, revealing things he shouldn't.
Xu Ke seemed oblivious to the terror on the man's face. He looked at the fork in his hand, played with it in front of the man, and then said, "Yes, I'm using this. What else could I use? I can't just use my hands, that would be too crude."
The man's lips trembled, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Xu Ke. His eyelids quivered slightly, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably, making him look like a patient. However, his pitiful appearance failed to evoke any sympathy from Xu Ke.
