"What? You think I can't handle pain? Please. I've been shot before." He had not, a bullet grazed his arm and went right into Wen Zhuliu but he had handled it about as well as one might expect Wen Chao to have handled it. He panicked under pressure, he feared to be belittled and attacked, to lose whatever ground he had. He gulped and looked at Nie Huaisang, not sure what was happening.

His voice had changed. His tone. He sounded different. His heart was racing and he wasn't sure why. "I am stronger than any of them. Whips are nothing. I could hold up under torture fine. Us Wens are built different."