Chapter 44

I was force-fed chili water, beaten with an electric baton, and Bai Man even had someone pull out my fingernails with pliers.

The pain from the physical torture had gradually numbed.

This was the cruel and cold world of Northern Myanmar in my comics.

Reality, perhaps, was even worse.

Bai Man ordered her men to pull me out of the water dungeon.

She used a whip to lift the hem of my clothes.

The wound from where my kidney was removed had already left a hideous scar.

She poked it.

“So resilient, huh? How about I take your other kidney?”

I leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, quietly watching the time on the wall.

Outside, there seemed to be hurried footsteps.

I slowly curved my lips into a smile at her:

“Bai Man, you won’t get the chance to kill me anymore.

He’s here.”