Hall.
A dozen men in black were tied up and thrown on the ground. Long Yi held a whip in his hand, rolling up his sleeves, interrogating one of the men in black...
"Speak, who sent you? Why did you want to kill Madam Situ?"
The man in black kept his mouth shut, staying silent with a look of fearless resolve.
Long Yi raised the whip and lashed fiercely: "You stubborn lot, I've been interrogating you all night and haven't gotten a word. Let's see if your bones are harder than my whip."
After speaking, he lashed out several more times brutally.
"Nng... ah... ah...!"
At first, the man in black gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, but eventually couldn't hold back and screamed.
This whip in Long Yi's hand was not an ordinary whip. While ordinary whips are smooth, this one had many small spikes. Every lash on the body was excruciating. Moreover, the whip had been soaked in chili water, and the sensation of it hitting wounded skin was imaginable.
"Speak, who sent you here?"
