Number Three ignored everyone and looked at the blond-haired man on the ground, asking, "Are you going to talk?"
"I... I... Ah!" The blond-haired man hadn't finished speaking when Number Three broke another of his fingers, leading to an even more agonizing scream echoing along the riverbank.
The pain drenched the blond-haired man's face in cold sweat, and through ragged breaths, he said, "I was going to tell you, I was just about to say it, why the hurry?"
Hearing the blond-haired man's words, Number Three sighed in disappointment, "Boring!"
Upon hearing this, Qin Han smiled, seeing that Number Three was just having fun with the blond-haired man. It seemed that none of his companions were simple, usually just low-key, merely holding back all this time.
The blond-haired man then told Number Three about Brother Long's whereabouts.
"Did you get that?" Qin Han asked calmly.
Number Three returned to Qin Han's side and respectfully said, "Yes, Mr. Qin!"
