Within moments, Bullet Head let out a pig-slaughter-like wail!
Excruciating pain drilled into his heart, and large beads of cold sweat incessantly seeped from his forehead!
Xu Fan squinted at the miserable state of him, then reached out his hand toward another finger of the mad dog.
"Mad Dog? Shall we continue?"
Xu Fan spoke and slowly bent the mad dog's finger upward, quickly reaching the dog's limit of endurance.
Xu Fan's expression was abnormally calm, nothing like someone torturing another; with a serene smile, Bullet Head felt as if he were dealing with a madman...
"Everybody just fucking stop!"
Bullet Head screamed his lungs out, and the thugs squabbling with the crew stopped in shock upon hearing his cry.
It was unclear how much torture Bullet Head had endured, but tears were now falling from his eyes.
Xu Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at the group of thugs, smilingly said, "Gentlemen, we still have to shoot here. Could you please leave?"
