"You!"
"Damn it, to think so little of us!"
"Sisters, show him what we've got!"
The whole squad of female players turned into mountain bandits, all boiling with rage.
"Enough."
Jiang Dali waved his hand, "Step back for now, I still have questions for him."
Upon hearing this, the female players didn't dare to disobey and each cast a fierce glare at the ragged-haired swordsman, holding their short axes and short knives as they retreated.
After a while.
In the tent, Jiang Dali frowned as he looked at the ragged-haired swordsman who had committed suicide, and then glanced at the two incomplete secret manuals in his hand, murmuring a sigh of regret.
He had never expected that the man would be so staunchly defiant, choosing death over submission.
Before he could prevent it, during the interrogation, the man shattered his own heart meridian and died.
