The tightly closed door swung open, and Chapman walked in.
He approached the two of them, looking down at their disheveled state, and said calmly, "You two, still not willing to confess?"
Shen Junqing, nonchalant, chuckled, "If you want me to confess, just ask. It would make me look less valuable if I did it willingly. Or maybe you should beg me."
A cold expression briefly passed over Chapman's usually gentle face as he kicked Shen Junqing directly in the chest.
Shen Junqing's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Bai Chen thought to himself, *I've never seen someone so cocky. He's practically asking for it.*
"I still hope that the two of you will cooperate a bit. This way, you'll suffer less. Otherwise, the physical torment you've experienced so far is just the beginning."
