Once he had a plan in mind, Chen Mo's gaze revealed a trace of coldness as he looked at the two fellows as though they were already dead.
The two fellows were no fools. If they had been, they would not have survived this long. Especially when they saw Chen Mo's gaze, their hearts jolted. That look was exactly like looking at dead people, and they had worn that same look before—the people they had killed had looked at them like this.
Could it be...?
"It's not that we can't find out where Marze is. It would just take time, and the location we uncover might not be accurate. But that's fine. We can attack a place and then dump you two there," Bai Xiaotian said, pulling out his phone.
Chen Mo chuckled and nodded at Bai Xiaotian, signaling him to make a phone call. Then he stepped forward and grabbed one of them, lifting him and preparing to move him elsewhere. A strongman was like a rag doll in his hands, light as nothing!
"Wuwuwu!" The two strongmen began to cry. Damn it, even if they refused to talk, their families would still be implicated!
If Marze's location was attacked and the two of them appeared at the scene, anyone would understand that they had led the attackers there. It would have been one thing if they were unharmed, but now that they were injured—and beyond treatment—the outcome was set. The blame would fall on them.
In the end, the two fellows could only shout, "We'll talk! We'll talk! Please spare us!"
The two of them had finally broken down!
They had no choice. The situation forced their hand, yet they had no way to resist. Even if they died, their families would still be dragged down with them,