As soon as Chu Feng removed the dirty rag stuffed in Han Dong's mouth, Han Dong started cursing at Liu Qiang with uncontainable rage.
"Liu Qiang, you motherf*cker, dumbass, idiot... I've endured so many tortures without spilling the truth. Yet you, goddammit, couldn't even take a few hits before you spilled everything, including the names of your ancestors' eighteen generations..."
Han Dong was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Liu Qiang hung his head in silence, letting Han Dong curse away without making a sound.
"I'm somewhat curious, why can you cooperate with Liu Qiang, but not with me?" Chu Feng asked with a smile.
"Liu Qiang's strength is similar to mine, which can ensure my safety and fairness to the greatest extent. Your strength is abnormally strong, cooperating with you is like asking a tiger for its skin. If we really find the Treasure Sword, do we even stand a chance?"
Han Dong was not stupid; he pointed out the crux of the issue incisively.
