He looked even more wretched than he had when Li Kun had subjected him to every cruel torture at his disposal.
Just as Li Kun was puzzling over this, Xiao Wu made out Su Fei at the doorway by the light.
He struggled to break free of the chains, his body twisting violently, but he had forgotten that Su Fei had already crippled his martial cultivation. He could not break his bonds at all.
When he remembered this, Xiao Wu's face filled with terror and pleading. His wails gradually turned into sobs, his tone as abject as could be.
"Su Fei, Su Fei, I was wrong! Hurry and let me go! Let me leave this place!"
"As long as you let me go, I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! Don't you want to know who hired our Purple-Robed Tower? I'll tell you everything! Just please don't lock me up here anymore! I can't take it!"
Those words struck like a thunderclap, leaving Li Kun rooted to the spot. His eyes widened as he stared at Xiao Wu in disbelief, muttering to himself.
"What's going on? He's confessing already? Centurion Su, you haven't even asked him anything yet. Why is he already willing to tell you everything? Isn't this way too fast?"
He truly could not understand it. This was Xiao Wu, who had endured brutal torture and refused to yield even in the face of death, who had repeatedly insisted that he was a death-sworn assassin of the Purple-Robed Tower with professional integrity.
Yet after just five days of dark, silent confinement at Su Fei's orders, he had completely broken down and volunteered to confess?
What had happened to refusing to talk even if they beat him to death? What had happened to dying rather than yielding?
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