As the knife in the female cop's hand pressed against Zhuo Ya's face, Zhuo Ya's heart was shattered.
She had realized what the other person intended to do to her.
"Still not scared?"
The female cop seemed to want to see the expression of fear on Zhuo Ya's face.
She had been torturing Zhuo Ya without eliciting a significant display of fear, and now, she would show no mercy.
Zhuo Ya coughed, propped herself up, and spat a mouthful of saliva in the female cop's face.
The female cop's face instantly turned cold, and with a gloomy expression, she raised her hand and slapped Zhuo Ya across the face.
"You sure are tough. Do you still not understand your situation?"
Understand what?
Understand her current situation?
Zhuo Ya cracked a smile and said, "You, you only have this little skill?"
"But, I... am not... scared at all."
"Is that so? Then you better endure well."
The woman sneered coldly, raising the knife in her hand, and was about to ruthlessly slash across Zhuo Ya's face.
