Bai Da also wanted to scream. This was the true agony, relentless and wave after wave.
Rather, it might've been better if he were killed directly, which would have been a quicker end to his suffering.
His face was now covered entirely in sweat.
It was from pain, from numbness.
Bursts of sharp pain made even his vision start to blur.
Old Han's movements hadn't stopped, continuing to pin needles to his head as Bai Da kept moving it.
"I'm telling you, if you keep moving, I'm not responsible for turning you into an idiot. Anyway, your dad won't do anything to me."
Old Han's casual remark made Bai Da freeze. He didn't want that; he absolutely didn't want to become an idiot.
He really stopped moving, continuing to endure the unending waves of sharp pain as a baptism of agony.
He felt this was the most miserable time of his life, without a doubt.
Oh, he no longer had the ability to feel the time, his eyes watched as the needle inched closer to him.
