So he nodded and said to Gan Hu, "Take it easy; don't kill him."
Gan Hu chuckled and pulled out a dagger from behind.
He slowly approached Kuizi, the sharp dagger lightly gliding over Kuizi's face.
"Speak, where did you come from? How many forces are there here, and which one is the strongest?"
"Pah!" Kuizi had a mocking smile on his face and spat at Gan Hu.
Gan Hu expected this and dodged in advance.
Seeing Kuizi's unwillingness to cooperate, he yelled at his men, "Damn it, someone come and straighten his fingers for me!"
Soon, a few people came over, grabbed Kuizi's hand, and placed it on the table in front.
Gan Hu looked at Kuizi, a cold smile playing on his lips.
He aimed the dagger at the fingernail of Kuizi's right middle finger and stabbed.
"Ahhhhh!!!!" Kuizi tried to dodge, but three people were holding him down tightly, grasping his hand, making it impossible to escape.
After inserting the dagger into the nail, Gan Hu angrily said, "Speak or not!"
