Ye Beisheng twisted the man's wrist. The bones in his hand were broken and his arm hung limply. She threw him to the side and looked at another person.
The other man trembled and could not help but swallow his saliva. "I…. won't… It won't..."
"Alright, you're really stubborn, but I just want to know. What should I do?"
"How much did Xue Qing pay you to keep your mouth shut?" Ye Beisheng took out a dagger and blew at it.
"You don't even care about your life?"
She paused. "Aiya, don't worry. I won't take your lives. After all, murder is illegal. Why would I sacrifice myself for you?"
The man gritted his teeth. "You, you…"
"Don't worry, I've studied medicine before. I know how to cut off your flesh piece by piece, but I can guarantee that you won't die. In the end, you will only be slightly injured. Do you want to try?"
The dagger was pressed against his arm. The man finally couldn't hold it in anymore. "I'll talk, I'll talk!"
