"Of course," the man in black replied briskly, "if you kneel for two hours a day for three consecutive days, I will tell you what the remaining two poisons are!"
"But what if I kneel for two hours a day for three days, and you still don't tell me what the poisons are?" Yang Chuxia was particularly concerned about this. Kneeling was no difficult task for her; she wasn't a man with so-called 'gold under his knees.' It was just a simple act of kneeling, yet it could save Brother An's life and, by the way, the lives of so many people in Shandong—it was such a worthwhile thing to do!
"You haven't questioned my authority," the man in black said grudgingly when he saw she took the matter so lightly and didn't seem distressed. "You need to agree to do whatever I tell you. This is your last chance. Tomorrow at noon, wherever there is noise, kneel there; otherwise, you will have to watch Ye Zi'an die."
