Chen Fei, by now a battle-hardened veteran who had witnessed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, had himself killed enough to make rivers run red with blood, and created fields covered with bodies. He found it not so easy to fall for tricks like feigning death or pretending to pass out right under his watchful eyes.
He had originally thought that the captive he had caught was unconscious, in a comatose state, but was surprised when Lin Zikong pointed it out.
The prisoner, no longer able to pretend, had no choice but to open his eyes, and even dared to glare at Chen Fei.
"What are you looking at? Keep looking and I'll slaughter you!"
With a flick of his little hand, the professional teaching tool, the White Steel Crowbar, appeared in his palm. Having pried open many a crate, prying open a skull would surely be a breeze for him. With a chisel and a press, the white brain matter would spurt out as if it were free.
"Stop! This guy might still be of some use to us."
