Fatino left, and Gao Yang was left alone, fastened to the iron chair, staring at his right arm that was still throbbing with pain.
Fortunately, his hand wasn't crippled. Looking at the knife still protruding a few centimeters out of his arm, Gao Yang felt a chill in his heart. Although his arm wasn't crippled yet, if Fatino continued to stab him, it was only a matter of time before it would be.
The most frustrating and helpless part for Gao Yang was that he genuinely did not know Justin's whereabouts. This was the saddest thing, because no matter how people tortured him, he couldn't provide a satisfactory answer. Without an answer, he would only endure more torment until Mario confirmed that he truly didn't know rather than was refusing to speak.
Now, Gao Yang just wanted to find a way to deceive Fatino to achieve some reprieve, ending the immediate pain was secondary. The main goal was to buy some time, to suffer less until someone came to rescue him.
