Xia Liang had actually scanned the room and already knew where the item was. However, with Xiao Qianxi right beside him, he couldn't just find it directly. What would I say? That I just guessed? No one's a fool; who would believe that? In any case, this won't take long.
As soon as the thought passed, Xia Liang pressed the man's right hand onto the desk and swung the knife down.
A small section of the white man's little finger was severed.
"Still not talking?"
CRACK.
The knife fell again. Xiao Qianxi, watching from the side, remained expressionless, but she was inwardly shaken. There's nothing wrong with using special methods when necessary. It's just... Xia Liang's ruthlessness is on another level. He isn't just chopping off fingers; he's cutting them off one small section at a time. What could have been five chops for one hand, he stubbornly extended to fifteen. The pain is nearly tripled. A smiling Demon!
