Upon reaching this point, Hao Jian's tone of voice had already shifted. The emphasis on the word "last" in "last time" was particularly heavy, as if specially reminding the woman, telling her that his patience had reached its limit. If she continued to refuse to speak and forced his hand, she could only blame herself for what was to come.
"Who sent you?" Hao Jian asked.
Upon hearing this, the woman couldn't help but shiver uncontrollably. She dared not move her body, fearing that the dagger pressed against her cheek would also move suddenly. Her gaze flickered slightly towards the dagger; something that had been a lethal weapon in her hands now became the object of her greatest dread.
