Li Qingcang's other hand pinched the woman's jaw. He was worried that the woman would commit suicide by taking poison.
"Captain Li, didn't your mother ever tell you to be gentle with women?"
The woman's voice was charming and sultry. Li Qingcang gritted his teeth. Deep down, if he could have his way, he would break this woman's neck. He let her stay alive because he needed information.
All his life, Li Qingcang had only been gentle to three women: Ye Tianxin, Li Xingchen, and Wu Tong. With other women, he was usually cold. But with this woman, he really couldn't tell how evil could he get. First, she tried to impersonate Ye Tianxin. Second, she wouldn't reveal where they hid her.
With a swift sound, a long knife passed through the woman's shoulder blades without warning. Then he stuck it on the wall behind the woman.
His eyes were ranging, and, like a tiger aiming at its prey, his face is extremely terrifying.
