Just not long ago, he had experienced that kind of extreme pain, it was enough to make one want to die.
It was this young man who used the Silver Needle in his hand to make him experience it.
He doesn't want... doesn't want to experience that kind of pain again.
"Wooo wooo wooo..." Tubo struggled, whimpering and panic-stricken.
Zhang Beixing stepped forward, pulling out the rag from his mouth.
"I'll talk... I'll talk, I will tell you everything."
Tubo swallowed saliva, weakly said.
Zhang Beixing didn't speak, just raised the Silver Needle in his hand, making a gesture as if he was ready to repeat the previous action.
Tubo hurriedly said with force: "It's Lago, boss... named, named Lago! He's a small drug lord in the Golden Triangle, frequently showing up in Myanmar, his base is also in Myanmar. It was him... it was him who told me to follow you and look for an opportunity... to kill you."
Zhang Beixing squinted his eyes: "Why?"
