Liang Qu, with the might of a gold-sword warrior, sat atop Fist while a Langhao Pen danced rapidly over the pages of the register.
"That's roughly it..."
"Are you sure you've told everything? Your accomplice mentioned much more than you have; don't blame me for not reminding you. Think again carefully; if I have to prompt you, you won't be getting the same treatment as now!"
Liang Qu sharply rebuked.
"No, no, no, let me think again, think again."
Under Liang Qu's intimidation, another piece of unknown secret was revealed.
"Come, press your hand print here."
Liang Qu grabbed the man's hand, washed it in a puddle, dabbed some blood from a wound on his leg, and pressed it hard onto the roster page, leaving a clear and complete fingerprint.
The wound, being tugged at, caused the man's facial muscles to spasm with pain.
After recording the second confession, Liang Qu had Fist keep an eye on the prisoner and ran back to continue intimidating the first person.
