"Bastard... Just kill me already!"
Between life and death, the Heaven-ranked Assassin barely squeezed out these words.
As an assassin, a Heaven-ranked Assassin, he didn't want to endure such torture.
This was insulting, trampling on him!
"Want to kill? Want to die? It's easy, tell me where he is."
Zhang Xiaofan's deathly gaze continued to rest on the Heaven-ranked Assassin, expressionless, cold as ice.
He hadn't taken part in the operation today!
He knew where the person was, but he couldn't say!
But if he didn't speak, faced with the torture from Zhang Xiaofan, this god of death, he had to make a choice.
"I'll speak! I'll speak! Stop torturing me!"
The Heaven-ranked Assassin finally made his choice.
If he didn't speak, he knew what would come next.
It wasn't just physical torture but also the torment of his mind and soul.
"Speak!"
Zhang Xiaofan let the silver needles inside the Heaven-ranked Assassin's body stop.
