"Are you ready to confess and sign?"
Jun Yiyi shivered from the icy water's sting, forced into consciousness, her mangled lips curling into a sardonic smile: "Do you think I'm a... fool? If I admit now... all the suffering I've endured would have been pointless... I'd rather die than admit..."
Hei Ze Lang was furious, having wasted so much time torturing her, this stinky girl was as stubborn as a rock, absolutely repulsive.
Damn it, there's not much time left.
She has to be forced into confessing.
"Seems like you really have a stiff mouth, you stinky girl, let's make you taste something scarier than death then. Bring it over..."
Hei Ze Lang ordered Shan Gui, who then opened a sealed golden instrument, from its distant opening a white mist flowed, he carefully retrieved a long cylindrical tempered glass tube from within, respectfully handing it to Hei Ze Lang.
