Under the shroud of a moonless and windy night within the abandoned factory.
The face of Ning Mengyao appeared even more cold and ruthless under the moonlight.
By now, Wang Hu had already been beaten beyond human recognition.
With his limbs twisted, he continued to cough up blood, but even so, he still refused to disclose who had put him up to it.
"Hard to believe the bones are so tough."
Ning Mengyao narrowed her eyes; she hadn't expected the outcome to be like this.
Even with all his limbs broken, his bare white bones piercing through the skin, he still clenched his teeth, refusing to utter a single extra word.
"He must have a family. Once he discloses the identity of the other party, they will surely annihilate his entire family. That's why such a person will never reveal who's behind it all!"
As an old hand in the jianghu, Shangguan Qingyun naturally spotted Wang Hu's weakness.
