"Can you turn your face back? I... I'm a bit scared," Shu Ya said weakly, shivering as she listened to Hao Jian cheerfully describing torture methods.
At this moment, Hao Jian was like a child showing off a new toy, except that his toy was a horrifying form of torture.
Speaking of which, Hao Jian shook his head with a hint of regret, "It's a pity there's no chili powder here, but there's plenty of cold water. So you won't die immediately, I reckon you could last half an hour."
Upon hearing this, Strong immediately started slapping the floor, letting out muffled cries. In less than three minutes, he had been tortured to the brink of madness—how could he last half an hour?
At this point, Strong felt his internal organs churning, the piercing pain making death seem a welcome escape.
"It seems he's about to speak," Shu Ya quickly reminded. Such an inhumane interrogation method was too cruel; she couldn't help but try to call a halt.
