C132 Please apologize

The stick's injured hand gave me a punch that shattered the joints.

The pain made his vision darken and he looked like he was about to faint. However, I didn't let him feel that way. Instead, I grabbed his head and smashed it onto the interrogation table.

Bang!

In just a moment, the sturdy interrogation table collapsed. The stick was covered in blood as it lay among the broken pieces of wood