Despite going through such a cruel interrogation, the man's lips remained tightly zipped and uttered no truths.
Yun Tianyou slowly walked toward the man under the dim yellow lights and sized him up. He then sat with his legs crossed elegantly on a couch Li Hanlin had brought over. While his lean body languidly sank back into his seat, his delicate face revealed nothing except chilling solemnity.
Yes, he was a child, but none could overlook the fearsome air he exuded.
There was domination and severity in the depths of his eyes, and although he tried hard to restrain himself, the darkness, which seemed inherent in him, could not be completely concealed.
The lashings continued.
Sans his command, no one would stop it.
Gloom, shock, and dread pervaded the air inside the warehouse.
