Tu Liang's eyes were dull.
He was ashen and listless.
He was looking at Brother Steel and lifted a corner of his lips. He did not attempt to say anything nor did he listen to instructions.
It was totally scorn and sarcasm.
Brother Steel couldn't stand that behavior.
"D*mn, you've guts! I like this type!"
Next, he spat on his hands and motioned for two of his men to get the whip.
Wapush! Wapush! While he was whipping Tu Liang, he shouted at the two subordinates. "Hurry up and make the fire bigger! I'm going to see how tough are his bones—"
The atmosphere at the wooden shed started to get uneasy.
The two of them followed Brother Steel's instructions.
Brother Steel was terribly excited as his eyes were as though gleaming with bloodlust—
He was waiting. He wanted to see Tu Liang lower his head before them and admit his mistake.