With an indifferent expression, Roy used the key to open the cell door and walked in, immediately seeing the woman in the corner, battered and bruised, like a dead dog.
Li Lu's face and body were covered in bruises and scars, with no clothes to cover her, causing her to shiver uncontrollably from the cold.
The hair on her head was patchy, as if she had a scalp disease, and the remaining hair was matted with dirt and blood scabs, hanging over her face, rendering her unrecognizable.
Roy stood there, staring blankly at the woman before him. "Is she really Number 8? Uncertain. If she is Number 8, how do I get useful information from her?"
The flashing red light of the camera beside him made Roy wary of pausing too long, lest his abnormal behavior was detected.
Roy grabbed the whip soaked in seawater nearby and lashed it at Li Lu with almost all his strength.
Each stroke left another mark on Li Lu's body, and the saltwater intensified her instinctive tremors.
