The man suddenly grew agitated, his eyes bloodshot as he roared, "Then why should I tell you? You're not going to let me go anyway."
"You can choose not to talk." Xie Ning gave him a disarmingly innocent smile. "Ever heard of lingchi? In simple terms, it's the punishment of death by a thousand cuts."
"You make a total of three thousand, three hundred and fifty-seven cuts on a person's body. Only the very last cut is what finally kills them."
The man trembled like a leaf. "You're not a First-rank Gold Ability User at all. Your Gold Ability… Third Rank? It's Third Rank, right? You've been deceiving us this whole time."
"Right back at you." With a single motion, Xie Ning sliced a piece of flesh from the man's arm.
No matter how the man howled in pain, Xie Ning remained completely unmoved.
The soundproofing in these luxury homes was no joke. Other than the two of them, no one knew the short man was enduring a hellish nightmare.
