"The leader can rest assured, I'm quite aware of what I'm doing. As for whether he wants to talk or not, we'll see if he's tougher or my whip is, when the time comes."
Niezuo uttered this with a burning, almost psychotic glint in his eye as he looked at Xia Wenqing.
Pavel knew Niezuo's methods; he was just worried the man would go too far and kill someone, inadvertently making an enemy out of the XJ group—which wouldn't be to his benefit right now.
Of course, he was somewhat apprehensive.
"Good, as long as you know what you're doing." Pavel waved his hand and turned to leave once more.
"Snap!"
"Ah!"
The sound of the whip cracking sharply against the ground echoed, followed quickly by Xia Wenqing's screams that reverberated through the entire dungeon corridor.
Pavel walked away satisfied, the screams and the sound of the whip growing fainter behind him, finally feeling at ease enough to return to his own bedroom.
Meanwhile, in the dungeon room.
