Lin Feng, already running out of patience, lifted Zhi Hao's face slightly before smashing it into the ground.
Blood splattered as bruises formed, yet despite the violence, Lin Feng held back from delivering a killing blow.
Sympathy flickered within him, but beating Zhi Hao senseless? That was something he had no qualms about.
Hmph, if he still refuses to cooperate after this beating, maybe I'll change my mind and just kill this idiot.
Lin Feng's eyes gleamed with killing intent as he yanked Zhi Hao up once more, staring straight into his terrified gaze.
His voice remained calm, but the murderous aura lurking beneath was undeniable.
"If you can't lead me to them, then what's the point of keeping you alive?"
Zhi Hao opened his mouth to respond, but before he could utter a word, Lin Feng slammed his face into the ground once again.
This time, blood seeped freely from his wounds, pain overwhelming his senses.
