The man was terribly frightened, his psychological defenses completely collapsed at this moment. He had no ability to resist at all, nor any mental defenses. Especially Ye Chen's gaze, it was like a scalpel, endlessly slicing off pieces of flesh, thin like lamb slices. Right down to his psyche.
"Do you plan to resist to the end too?" Ye Chen pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, placing one in his mouth. Feng Zhixiao stepped forward and lit it for him. Ye Chen sneered, "You better think clearly, if you don't confess, it results in a death sentence. And it's a definite death. Although the Pope will kill you if she discovers you've spilled secrets, have you thought about it? As long as you don't spill them, how would she know you did?"
