"Can I have one of those? They came after our sister. I want to pay them back myself."
"Fine."
Chu Jing tossed him a vine, which cut an arc through the air before landing precisely in his palm.
CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The sound of the whip striking flesh was like firecrackers—explosive, sharp, and echoing.
Blood mixed with rainwater, streaming down the gullies of their torn flesh to form dark red rivulets.
The mud on the ground was soaked a deep crimson, thick as sludge, and a metallic stench filled the air.
But the men simply bit down hard, their teeth grinding audibly, refusing to utter a single word.
Suddenly, Rong Kai, who had been silent all this time, spoke up. His voice was unnaturally calm for a Wandering Beast. "Dig out their Crystal Cores. You can read memories from them. No need for them to talk."
Chu Jing paused.
'This method…'
'It could actually work.'
