"It seems you've chosen the hard way!" Lin Tang's expression turned cold. He increased the intensity, forcing Number Seven to experience ultimate pain.
After some time, he asked, "Hunter Number Two, are you ready to submit?"
"I... will... never... submit..." Number Seven twisted like a maggot, yet his words remained defiant.
"In that case, I have no choice but to bury you alive. You'll remain conscious for ten, twenty, or even a hundred years. Hmm, that sounds quite interesting." Having said his piece, Lin Tang moved to drag him outside.
"Wait!" Number Seven jolted. "I am willing to submit! But you have to give me a new name!"
"Hunter Number Two has so much personality, and you're still not satisfied? Fine, let's call you Wang the Eighth."
That's even worse than Hunter Number Two!
