"Three million coins, or three lives. If you won't choose, I'll choose for you." Shen Hao glanced at the man and woman across from him, his tone unchanged, not a trace of emotion. As if he were talking about three taels of silver and three mice lives.
"What do you want? Do you know that I am…"
"Drag these three back and hand them over to Wang Yiming. Let him squeeze everything out of their heads before dealing with them." Shen Hao didn't even acknowledge the shouting, just issued orders to the Guard beside him. These Black Shirts—so what? Offending him and still thinking they can walk out alive?
"Yes, my lord!"
Everyone from the Black Banner Battalion knew exactly what "deal with" meant. So this time, their actions weren't "gentle"—they directly broke both arms of the three, removed their jawbones so they couldn't speak, then carried them out. They'd deal with them back at the base—doing things outside wasn't convenient.
"Mm-mm-mm-mm..."
