Chu Yunxuan felt frustrated. If it hadn't been for Wen Xin's appearance, Geng Zewei wouldn't have spoken at all. Despite their grievances, Chu Yunxuan admired the loyalty of those people.
"He doesn't want to talk? Then we haven't been harsh enough," Wen Xin said, looking up at Mu Chengxi with a cold smile on her face.
"I know your base has a special prison used for interrogating spies. Could you help me out and see if they truly don't know anything or if they're just refusing to talk?"
"Alright, I'll have Mu Bei come over to take them."
Mu Chengxi was somewhat surprised that Wen Xin would let him handle this matter. When she asked, he felt a surge of excitement, glad that she no longer kept him out of the loop.
"Let's talk outside," Wen Xin said, disliking the heavy scent of blood in the basement. It had been a while since she had lived this kind of life, and she found herself repulsed by the smell.
