Three minutes.
This period of time, while not really long, is undeniably brief.
Yet, for Mouchi Qingluo at this moment, the three minutes given by Beichuan Si... are undoubtedly an eternity.
People are afraid of the unknown.
The repressive sensation of tension just sitting there... the unknown fear of what might happen next... all these are gradually stripping away Mouchi Qingluo's ability to think.
She had already taken two heavy blows from Beichuan Si, her mind was still groggy, and with so many things to think about, this was simply impossible.
Moreover...
She cautiously raised her eyes.
In front of her were various cruel torture tools—flaying knives, tooth extraction pliers, and tools for peeling nails...
She shivered, and then glanced sideways at the handcuffs on her wrist.
Truthfully, with the good spirits she bore, unlocking the handcuffs was no issue at all.
But after unlocking them, could she escape?
