"Wen Muqing might grant you favors to make you lie, but I'm not like that. I won't offer you any benefits. However, if you refuse to tell the truth, then I will cut off your tongue. After all, it's of no use to keep it!"
Having said this, Qin Jingzhi got up, walked over to Zhou Weijun, and bent down. He grasped Zhou's chin with one hand, forcing him to open his mouth, while the sharp edge of the Swiss Army Knife in his other hand pressed against Zhou's tongue.
It seemed like just a slight twist of the blade would sever the tongue.
Zhou Weijun turned pale with fear, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"I'll give you one last chance!" Qin Jingzhi's voice rose coldly, "Did Ren Chuqing really come back all those years ago or not!"
"She... she did come back!" Once Qin Jingzhi moved the Swiss Army Knife away from Zhou Weijun's tongue, Zhou was quick to admit, for he didn't want to die or spend the rest of his life maimed without a tongue.
