Preparing to clean up the Underground World of Malang City!

Pain!

It was like thousands of needles were stabbing into every inch of his skin.

In Malang City, West City.

In the middle-class and above circle, there was an extremely famous high-class private hospital with three floors underground.

Zhao Fanggang had already lost count of how many times he woke up from the pain. He panted heavily and looked at the bright light above him and the cold ceiling.

More than forty-eight hours had passed since that night when he was captured in this operating theater. This was the longest period of his life. He had fallen asleep, or rather, fainted dozens of times, and each time, the interval was only a few minutes. In ten minutes, all aspects of his life had reached the limits of his physiology, mentality.

Of course, he absolutely had no intention of betraying his godfather or revealing any information, even if it meant death!