Pan Ling immediately understood when she heard that.
Mao Jing and I were putting on an act in front of Leng Binghai to trick him into revealing the intelligence we wanted.
But she said nothing more, merely staring coldly at Leng Binghai.
Seeing how shocked Leng Binghai was, I put on a disdainful expression and said:
"Joining us is the wisest choice you can make.
Not everyone can endure torture.
Besides, we have the authorities behind us.
Working for the authorities is far better than hiding your head and tail like some rat."
Leng Binghai still looked shocked and incredulous after hearing that:
"How is that possible? How is that possible?
Their soul lamps—their soul lamps have all gone out, and their life talismans shattered. How could they still be alive?
How could my younger brother and sister betray the Leng Family?"
Mao Jing added:
"The authorities have plenty of methods. Making soul lamps go out and life talismans shatter is nothing difficult."
After Mao Jing finished, I continued:
"Leng Binghai, you're someone of standing in the Leng Family.
But in Yellow Springs Valley, you're only second-in-command.
Your elder brother, Leng Binglong, has always kept you beneath him. And then there's your aunt, Leng Xiurong..."
At that, I gave him a cold, contemptuous sneer.
The reason I did not continue, and instead sneered disdainfully, was mainly because I had no idea what to say next. I did not know the details of their internal affairs.
But I understood people. A thousand people had a thousand faces; no family was ever completely united.
By saying that, I wanted Leng Binghai to think for himself and fill in the blanks.
I wanted him to unconsciously magnify the cracks, estrangements, and internal issues within his family.
Then, through his response, I could find