The baby-faced man seemed unsurprised by the result, and beneath the mask, a cold sneer appeared on his face. The nail clipper clicked and took a piece of skin the size of a fingernail from Li Guishen's forehead.
The nail clipper seemed like a child's plaything, but it ignored defenses.
Although breaking some skin doesn't take a life, the pain can truly feel like it's killing someone.
Li Guishen's expression changed, and he grimaced in pain. Then, to the baby-faced man's incredulous gaze, he grinned with a nostalgic smile:
"It's been a long time since I've felt pain. Good, a bit more, I need to get used to this kind of pain again!"
Li Guishen said seriously, and simultaneously moved his face toward the nail clipper.
Feng Mu's eyes flickered behind his glasses, a cloud of doubt suddenly rising in his heart:
