"Holy shit! Fuck!

My hand, my leg, that bastard...

Get me to a hospital quick," Petrov rasped hoarsely.

Black cursed, "Fuck, who are you calling a beast?"

"I wasn't cursing you guys, I was cursing the asshole torturing me.

Take me to the hospital, I don't want to become a cripple," Petrov had lost his previous toughness and only hoped to get to the hospital soon, perhaps to have his severed hand reattached.

Luke snapped his fingers, "Get an ambulance."

David sneered, "No use, it's been too long, it's very difficult to reattach now."

Petrov cursed again, "Fuck, I @#￥%&...

My hand, my leg, that beast, I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him."

Black said discontentedly, "Is it polite to talk like that in front of the police?"

"I don't care about damn politeness, right now I just want to kill that bastard, fuck!"

To avoid escalating the conflict, Luke instructed, "Marcus, take some men and search the house, while David and I will have a chat with this gentleman."

"OK, I don't want to see this fool anymore." Black turned and left but accidentally kicked a shoebox, his face exaggerated, "Holy shit, I didn't mean that, please forgive me this once."

Petrov glared at Black, then at the shoebox, his face expressing heartache, he cursed, "Damn nigger, I @#￥%&..."

"You're the nigger, your whole family are niggers."

David clapped his hands to attract Petrov's attention, "Hi, boy, let's talk about what happened last night."

Petrov retorted, "I'm the victim right now, can't you guys just let me go first?"

Luke, not fond of the guy but still speaking sincerely, said, "Sorry, we don't know the extent of your injuries, it's unsafe to move you, the ambulance will be here soon.

Why don't we talk in the meantime?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Do you know Novina Jones?"

Petrov hesitated, "Yes."

"What is your relationship with her?"

"Nothing special, just acquaintances."

"How did you meet?"

"I can't remember."

"Then think harder."

"My hand and leg hurt too much, I can't recall."

Luke said coldly, "Petrov, we did a lot of investigative work before finding you and are quite aware of your identity, occupation, and the crimes you've committed.

You can't dismiss us with a mere 'I can't remember.' "

"I don't know what you're talking about? I need to rest," Petrov gasped heavily.

David whispered, "These gang members are really stubborn, especially those from the Furry Bear Gang, it's not easy to make them talk."

Luke nodded and switched topics, "Let's then talk about last night's events."

Petrov seemed reluctant to recall last night and asked instead, "Hasn't the ambulance arrived yet? Why hasn't it taken me to the hospital already?"

Black peeked in, "It might be traffic, just like yesterday evening."

"I wasn't talking to you, damn n—" Petrov stopped mid-sentence, not daring to continue.

"The ambulance will be here soon, in the meantime, chatting can distract you and lessen your pain," Luke reassured him, then pressed, "Do you recognize the suspect who tortured you last night?"

"No."

"Describe what he looked like."

"He was wearing a mask, I couldn't see his face."

"What kind of mask?"

"I can't remember."

"Describe his physical features, was he Caucasian, African, Asian, Hispanic?"

"I can't remember."

Luke persisted, "You can't remember such distinct features?"

"Yes, my hands and legs are injured, it hurts too much to recall."

"What did he say to you last night?"

"He didn't say anything."

"Then why did he cut off your thumb?"

"I don't know, you should ask that psycho, not me."

"Look, if you want to find that psycho, answer my questions, got it?"

"I don't want to say anything right now."

"You don't want to find the psycho who tortured you?"

"I will find him myself, and personally butcher him," Petrov grimaced, being in this situation was more painful than being killed.

"You're going to be in the hospital for a long time, by then he'll have run off; where will you find him?

Better you tell us what you know, and we'll help catch him."

Petrov thought for a moment, his expression vicious, "He won't get away, absolutely not."

Luke frowned slightly, this guy clearly didn't want to cooperate.

David said, "He's not alone, he has a gang behind him, he thinks his gang will help him get revenge.

Moreover, last night's events might involve the gang, he dares not speak."

"Dares not speak," Luke scoffed disdainfully, "I reckon he even blabbed about the color of his wife's panties last night."

Luke's words seemed to hit a nerve, Petrov's face changed dramatically, and he cursed vociferously, "Fuck! I @#￥%&..."

After a while, when Petrov had finished cursing, Luke continued, "Look at yourself now, you're practically a cripple.

It's been so long, can your hand still be reattached?

I think you know very well."

Seeing a slight change in his expression, Luke continued, "Even if by some extreme luck it is reattached, it won't be the same."

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