So he's Chinese. A homegrown traitor helping overseas scammers—makes him even more damnable.
With that man's muffled wail, Dapao kept running the blade back and forth over his body.
Whenever the man's voice got even a bit louder, Dapao would wave his slit-open dick at him as a threat—no howling allowed, and don't you dare raise your voice.
The man was tortured to the brink of death, making the three Southeast Asians beside him shudder in horror.
Ten minutes later, Dapao wiped the Dagger back and forth on another Southeast Asian's body, cleaning off the blood.
In the end he taped the man's mouth shut, but by then the guy was already half-dead, looked like he only had one last breath left.
Ant saw him finish and stepped forward to ask, "Well? Did you get any more intel out of him?"
Dapao shook his head, then nodded and said, "Basically the same as what you just told me. Their main camp is in Lai City in Lao Country.
