Jia approached the frightened man, who lay helpless against the porch of the wooden house. As she halted in front of him, he implored, "Please spare me, I don't want to die!" His once fierce face now showed wretchedness.
Jia's gaze remained cold and unsympathetic, seemingly capable of piercing the man's soul as he begged for mercy. "Tell me, who do you work with?" she inquired.
"It's no use," he shook his head, bracing himself. "He'll kill me if I reveal everything!"
"That's why you have to inform it," she knelt before him. "You won't be killed if we stop all this."
The man hesitated, reconsidering, as Zhihao, present there, started to hear residents calling for guards. Some began to appear and run towards them. Jia smirked, suggesting something in a whisper, "Jails could be your shelter until then."
