"I'll talk... I'll talk... I'll talk..."
After the torture he had just endured, Fu Li finally understood just how terrifying Shi Wei's methods truly were. In less than a few breaths, his clothes and hair looked as though they had been soaked in water. But what made it worse was that these brutal torments could not kill him! He had always fancied himself strong-willed; as an assassin, he had been trained to withstand excruciating torture. Yet he could not endure even a single round of Shi Wei's interrogation. Compared to Shi Wei's methods, the punishments of Jiuyou Hall were like child's play. Right now, he had only one thought in his mind: to die. All thoughts of resistance, all hopes of finding a way to survive through desperate struggle—it was all absolute bullshit. He just wanted to die!
"Don't try any tricks, or you won't even have the luxury of dying," Shi Wei sneered. This Fu Li was not even as loyal as that guard from the Yang family. "Who is running the Shadow Society now? What were the casualties among my people? And how is my Master?!"
Chapter 138