Davidson would rather die than be tormented any further. Although he hadn't suffered any physical abuse, the psychological torment was far more unbearable than physical torture.
His expression was complicated, as if he was hesitating. Although his eyes were fixed on him, his gaze was hollow, as if he was lost in thought. Davidson didn't dare disturb the madman in front of him, so he stood there, dazed.
In the unbearable torment, he found a moment to breathe. Sadly, it didn't last long. Suddenly, Davidson noticed the madman's eyes began to focus, pushing his sanity back to the brink of collapse.
Gao Yang raised his head and said to Number Thirteen in a deep voice, "The dancing earlier suddenly made me want to go to a nightclub. Are there any good nightclubs around here?"
Number Thirteen immediately turned sideways to show respect to Gao Yang, then spoke to the air, "Is there any fun nightclub around here? The gentleman wants to dance."
