A dark interrogation room.
Song Yanqing clenched his teeth so hard, it seemed as if he bit through the skin of his lips, struggling to stifle his own screams.
His body was in so much pain, he was almost on the verge of passing out.
Xie Ruotong watched Song Yanqing's intense suffering with an indifferent face.
She herself naturally had endured such pain.
As an assassin, she went without saying, having suffered all too much.
Back then, at the Song Residence, she had also been treated this way by Xie Ruilin.
Even now, the memory was vivid.
Every thought of Xie Ruilin.
Xie Ruotong commanded coldly, "Bring out Xie Ruilin."
"Yes," the prison guard replied respectfully.
At this moment, Song Yanqing was in the extremity of pain.
He was completely deaf to the voice of Xie Ruotong.
Until.
A female voice suddenly broke down in a loud cry, "Brother Yanqing, Brother Yanqing..."
Such a screaming voice also carried heart-rending sobs.
