"Alright, what's the cipher? I don't want to waste any more time." He didn't answer her, just said this.
Francine Howards looked at the person in front of her and suddenly steeled her heart, saying, "Even if I tell you, you won't make it easy for me, will you? Since that's the case, why should I tell you? I won't say it, even if I can't have you, at least this memory of yours is in my hands!"
"In your hands?" Kyle Kinston suddenly laughed coldly, "Then why don't you tell me, which hand is it in?" He crouched down and clamped down on her right wrist, "Is it this hand?"
Before Francine could speak, she heard a snapping sound, her right wrist had broken, a wave of intense pain swept over her, almost making her faint.
"I'll give you time to think about whether you want to tell me the cipher, but I fear the time you have to consider won't be too long." He said, and directly broke her finger.
