"Who sent you?"
The thug was struggling to deal with his pain and, with his muddled mind, didn't really hear Toz ask the question. He was also wondering if he should scream and try to get help or if that would only lead to his death.
After Toz pushed down on the area around the thug's shoulder to push him out of his daze and asked the question again, the bearded man's gaze cleared, and he looked at Toz crouching next to him.
"N-no one," he whimpered.
Toz naturally didn't believe him and pressed down harder on his injured shoulder, eliciting a groan muffled by the cloth Toz put over the injured thug's mouth.
The thug looked pleadingly at Toz to make him stop, and when it finally seemed like the thug would pass out from the pain, Toz lifted his hand.
"Ready to talk now?"
"Do you have a grudge against muggers?!"
The thug couldn't hold back his outrage at the pain he was experiencing due to Toz, and it cost him dearly as Toz pushed down again.
"Fine! Fine! I'll talk!"