Yang Jing stood over him, looking down at the barely breathing Li Hongyu on the ground. He spoke in a cold voice, "Where is the Flying Horse Thieves' treasure hidden? Tell me, and I might consider letting you live."
Li Hongyu gasped for air, his chest heaving like a broken bellows, each breath accompanied by a pained groan.
He lifted his unfocused gaze to Yang Jing, a grim smile twisting his lips. "Me... in this state... what's the difference between this and death? Even if you let me go, it would be a fate worse than death... Besides, would you really let me go?"
Seeing Li Hongyu had no intention of talking, the coldness in Yang Jing's eyes deepened.
'This man is vicious and cruel. Leaving him alive would only lead to future trouble.' He had never intended to spare him; he was only trying to see if he could trick him into revealing the location of the Flying Horse Thieves' treasure, which might not even exist.
