Yunchen's eyes flicked to him for a brief second, cold, merciless, sharp with disdain.
"No. He's your disgrace."
His tone was flat, final, devoid of empathy.
"Tonight, he learns what fear tastes like. Let him speak when he's ready, or let him drown in his own blood." He glanced down at the broken figure on the marble. "He can make a choice that benefits him."
To his men, his voice remained emotionless: "Keep going until he talks. Or until he can't breathe."
He ordered it flatly, never glancing at the pitiful sight of Tang Fenghao curled on the marble, coughing up blood.
"I don't mind either outcome."
MEANWHILE – BACK AT THE HOSPITAL
Zhou Yuxi stirred.
After hours of unconsciousness, her body finally began responding. Her fingers twitched slightly against the white sheets. A flicker of breath caught in her throat.
Her eyelashes fluttered delicately against pale cheeks.
Su Feng noticed instantly, his sharp eyes catching the subtle movement.
