Yun Tianyou’s lips curled into a disdainful smile. “Let me tell you; I can still find out who the mastermind is even if you don’t tell me. Since you’ve stepped on my nerves, you must bear the consequences!”
A sharp gleam fleeted across his eyes as he made that declaration.
With a smooth flick of his wrist, the dart left his hand and sailed to the man’s thigh.
The sharp tip eroded the skin and burned the inside to reveal his bone.
“Arghhh!”
As if struck by lightning, he struggled and convulsed in a mad frenzy.
Swish!
A dart neatly flew and hit his eye this time.
Plop!
Fresh and warm blood splattered all over.
The man was assaulted by a fiery and acute pain!
The man could no longer form a coherent sound. He violently convulsed before letting out an ear-splitting wail.
“AHHHH! AHHHH! AHHH—”
Li Hanlin, who was standing at the side, felt horrified at scene he was witnessing.
With mixed emotions, he bowed to look at his boss and then suggested, “Director Yun, why don’t you let your father deal with this matter?”
“Agent Li, what do you mean by that?” he asked in return. “This is my affairs and not his!”
“But… This will dirty your hands!” The agent ached for the child.
A six-year-old child should be pure and naïve; he should not be involved in such things.
Youyou looked baffled.
Dirty?
“Hmph,” he huffed lightly. “I’ll do anything to protect my mother, even if it means staining my hands with blood.”
The agent was deeply shaken and could not respond for a time!
This statement was enough to fill him with deep admiration for the boy at this very moment!
The agent wondered what kind of dark past this child had to turn him into this calm, daring, and vicious person even at such a young age. He was an adorable and lovely yet evil and unscrupulous boy.
The tendencies and delicacies of a child were absent in him. An ordinary kid would be overwhelmed by fear in this kind of situation; he, on the other hand, was as calm as ever. He even went ahead and personally tortured a cold-blooded killer for answer until the latter was begging for death.
Where did this boy learn this viciousness?
He really resembled his father in this aspect.
Mu Yazhe was also a vicious man.
Is that trait hereditary?
The boy elegantly removed his blindfold and stood admiring the agony on the captive’s face. He then slowly walked toward the man.
“Is it painful?”
“Cough, cough—”
The man regurgitated a mouthful of blood, unable to answer the boy anymore.
“Pain is good.”
The more pain he suffered, the more satisfied he would be.
He recalled his mother’s face crumbling with worry.
He also thought of the injuries suffered by his brother while protecting him.
What was his pain compared to theirs?
He nicely delivered those three darts to the man on behalf of him, his mother, and his brother.
“You can speak now.”
The man was still convulsing as he lifted his head to look at the boy hazily. Pain had rendered him only partly conscious. His mouth did not move for a long time.
The worst thing one could experience was a slow and painful death.
The only thing that could be worse than that would be a tormenting death.
He had seen ruthless men in his dealings with the underworld.
He had not admired any of them for their sadism.
Here, for the first time, was someone whom he was really terrified of from the bottom of his heart.
Outwardly, this child was a picture of innocence with his angelic face.