Looking at the man's eyes filled with fear, Lu Tianxing spoke again: "So, are you willing to tell me now? If not, I'll continue."
"I...I'll talk. What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything. Please, give me a quick death. I just beg for a quick death."
This man was truly frightened. He wasn't a death soldier; he feared death but now had only one thought — to die quickly.
Lu Tianxing's lips curved slightly upon hearing the man's words: "Actually, it's nothing major. Just answer a few questions and that'll be all."
"What do you want to know?" asked the man weakly, his voice hoarse and unable to hide it.
"What's your identity?"
"My name is Wan Chang'an. I was once wanted by the Yanhuang Group, got captured, then was rescued by someone, faked my death to escape, but since then, I've had to live in hiding, secretly working for them. A few days ago, someone told me to do one last thing for freedom, after which I wouldn't have to follow his orders anymore."
