Kuizi let out a painful groan, the veins on his face bulging, staring directly at Gan Hu.
If looks could kill, he would have killed Gan Hu a hundred times over.
"I, fuck, your, mother," Kuizi painfully said, word by word.
Gan Hu lost his mother when he was in his teens.
If Gan Hu had any taboo, it would undoubtedly be his mother.
The expression of rage that was originally on Gan Hu's face suddenly vanished.
His eyes filled with extreme anger, staring at Kuizi, as if looking at a dead man.
The dagger in his hand no longer hesitated, piercing into the nail, prying it open.
Piercing, prying open.
Ten fingernails, fell to the ground in chunks.
Kuizi's ten fingers were already stained red with blood.
The pain made him tremble slightly, his whole body drenched in sweat.
His eyes rolled back, seemingly on the verge of passing out.
"Pour water!"
Gan Hu snorted coldly, seeing him about to faint, and ordered another subordinate.
Splash—
