"Yeah, I didn't expect his bones to be so hard. No matter how we hit him, it's useless."
Jesse took up the notebook used to record during the interrogation. There were only a few pages, all filled with "roll" and "don't know". It seems Luo Xiao indeed said nothing.
He really can endure.
Jesse frowned, stood up, walked to the torture rack, and picked up a branding iron, "Light the fire."
His subordinate quickly walked to the side and lit the small stove with a lighter.
Jesse went to the rack. Luo Xiao hung his head low; his handsome face appeared even more gaunt, now covered in bloodstains. Jesse reached out to grab his chin, "Playing dead?"
Luo Xiao was forced to raise his head, his lips painted with a cold smile, "I don't like speaking with dead men."
Jesse swung a fist, striking him at the corner of his mouth, "Try being stubborn again!"
