"If it's us who deliver it," Yin Sufan tentatively said.
"I can't let go and leave." No matter where I run, I would be captured, and the wait for me, the unbearable part, is worse than death. Being neither human nor ghost after death is preferable. At least in death, there's suffering," the man with the cane shook his head.
"Is there really no way?" Yin Sufan kept asking.
"No," there's no way. If one becomes a traitor, they will be caught by those lying in wait, and ultimately they'll be taken away no matter where they are. No exceptions for anyone, in the end, they're locked up in the Police Station and tortured in all manners, spending the rest of their lives in agony and regret.
Judging by the look on the man's face, there really was no way out. Other than death, he didn't know what kind of death to choose.
"If you kill everyone in Tianhai, who would think who is the traitor?" Yin Sufan reminded the cane-bearing Lingling.
