"At that time, the entire Chen Family will be buried with you!"
"Noisy..."
Chen Mo impatiently dug his ear, "So much nonsense."
Yan Peizhi frowned, leaned closer, and whispered: "The person has been beaten like this and still won't confess. I'm afraid this matter won't be easy to handle..."
Chen Mo shook his head and said: "It's because Lord Yan's questioning method is wrong."
Yan Peizhi asked in confusion: "Then how should it be asked?"
Chen Mo gestured for everyone to step back, raised his leg to walk up to Chu Heng, examined him, and said indifferently: "From now on, whatever I ask, you answer, without hiding anything, understand?"
"Hehe..."
Chu Heng was about to curse, but when he met Chen Mo's eyes, he was instantly stunned.
Those pitch-black eyes seemed deep like a vortex, almost sucking in one's soul. A warning signal rose in his heart, but it was too late. His consciousness was quickly swallowed by the vortex, and his gaze turned hollow and wooden.
