"Would the Chanyu like to try how many whip lashes he can endure?" Moya smiled, keeping track of the time as he looked at the clepsydra and brandished the horsewhip in his hand.
"I'll talk!" Chanyu Fuhe did not believe he could survive a second lash.
He was a disposable plant all along, sent here simply to feed false intelligence to Bingzhou. There was no need to subject himself to any more tragic melodrama, especially since no one else was watching anyway.
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