The lights in the room were glaring bright, Xiao Ye tilted his head back, his face deathly pale.
Yet his thin lips still curled in a mocking line, casting a derisive gaze at them.
Mu Bei looked down at him coldly, "Still not talking?"
"Whether I talk or not, I'm dead. Do you think I would talk?" Xiao Ye's voice was hoarse and frightening, letting out a cold chuckle, "In a battle of kings, the loser is the bandit, I have nothing to say. But if you expect to get anything from my mouth, you're not qualified."
Mu Bei was not surprised by his words, it would have been strange if Xiao Ye was the kind of person who would cave under pressure.
There was a knock on the door outside the room, and shortly after, Mu Xing limped in, her eyes filled with hatred as she stared at Xiao Ye, "Finally, it's your turn. Do you know how long I've been waiting for this?"
Xiao Ye opened his eyes slightly, recognizing her as the girl Mo Han failed to kill last time.
