In the first five minutes of the interrogation, Lann didn't ask a single question.
He just moved his hands, pressing deeply into Willis's skin with the three-pronged spikes on the outside of his gloves, and then slowly, slowly dragged them across.
Unlike the previous abrupt and fierce punch, the pain of skin being gradually torn away by steel and strength could be fully felt by Willis's body.
For someone who had just lost feeling in their lower half, with a sudden drop in security, this slow agony was enough to drive a person insane!
"Ah!!! Ah!!!"
The screams sounded as if they would rip his vocal cords apart.
"Ask! Ask whatever you want! I'll tell you anything, just kill me afterward! Hurry up and ask, hurry!"
Willis frantically scratched Lann's steel wrist guards, his nails flipping over, leaving bloody marks.
But whether it was the quality of the high Bear School armor or Lann's own arm strength.
Willis's struggles seemed insignificant.
