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However, Song Xuyan's attempt at suicide had solidified an idea in Hu Biao's heart.
Yet another thought uncontrollably emerged in his mind,
what kind of high-ranking figure could make Song Xuyan prefer death over revealing even the slightest of his secrets?
How could a family of migrant workers possibly have such influence?
But now was not the time to think about these things!
Hu Biao grabbed Song Xuyan, who was determined to die, and pressed his thumbs against his temples, then began to exert force.
Song Xuyan's body started to shake violently, and the blood vessels in his eyes quickly surfaced as he let out agonizing screams that echoed through the empty hospital.
After about twenty or thirty seconds, Song Xuyan had been tortured beyond recognition, finding it unbearable, experiencing a pain worse than death itself, and then he weakly and painfully said, "Biao... I'll talk... I'll tell everything..."
"It's Lin Mo... It's Lin Changshui's son, Lin Mo..."
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