If no one took care of him, he might die after a dozen or so hours.
"Speak, who are you?" Lin Tian asked.
"You are... who are you..."
The poacher struggled to speak, his face filled with anger as he looked at Lin Tian.
"I'm the one asking the questions!"
Lin Tian slapped the poacher across the face, causing his teeth to fly out of his mouth.
Yet, the poacher was stubborn, and still refused to answer Lin Tian's question.
So, Lin Tian grabbed the poacher's hand and viciously broke his left index finger.
The excruciating pain made the poacher let out a deep, miserable cry; he shook uncontrollably and twisted his face in agony.
Lin Tian said coldly, "I'll continue to ask you questions, and if you don't answer my questions, or if I find out you're lying, I'll break one of your fingers."
"I've only broken one of your fingers so far, you still have nine, you have nine more chances. Don't worry, I'll take my time with you, I have plenty of time!"
