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Dou Jing slowly lifted his head.
Beneath his tangled hair was a sharply defined face weathered by hardship, smeared with blood and dark-purple bruises.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were cracked and peeling, yet he still carried a trapped beast's ferocity.
His gaze was calm, even tinged with indifference, as it swept over Qin Luguang, then past Zhu Yanfeng and Chen Xiaojun behind him, before finally settling on Qin Luguang's face.
Qin Luguang glanced at Yan Zhen and Mo Li. "Yan Zhen, Mo Li, what do you two have to say? You surrendered on your own on the battlefield. By rights, you shouldn't be holding out this hard. Be smart and start talking. You'll suffer less."
Yan Zhen gritted his teeth and said nothing.
In the corner, Mo Li suddenly raised his head and barked, "Pah! If you hadn't played dirty and used that wide-range Mental Soul Skill, would we have fallen?!" His gaze swept over Chen Xiaojun. The shout was fierce, but there was a faint bluster behind it.
Chen Xiaojun's face showed no expression, but Zhu Yanfeng burst out laughing. "Heh. A Mental Soul Skill at most amplifies a little emotion. Isn't that just what you're like deep down, Mo Li?"
After saying that, he walked to the middle on his own and plopped down boldly in the chair on the left, while Chen Xiaojun sat in the chair at the very center.
Qin Luguang grinned at Mo Li. "What now, Mo Li? What's the point of playing tough at this stage? You've already surrendered. Just spit out what you know and save yourself a beating. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Mo Li's face flushed crimson.
At the time, Dou Jing, Li Wuya, and Yin Jiu had all been captured too, and with that