Feeling insulted, Deng Hanyu struggled to get up. But breaking free of the ropes had already drained the last of his strength, and trying to exert himself again only made him lose his balance. With a thud, he fell back onto his knees.
Ji Xie let out a sneer. To Deng Hanyu, it stripped away every last shred of his dignity, but there was nothing he could do. He could only glare hatefully at Ji Xie as he approached, step by step.
Ji Xie stopped a single step away and looked down at Deng Hanyu, ordering him:
"Confess."
Ji Xie tilted his head slightly and met Deng Hanyu's gaze, his arrogance suggesting that he did not consider the other man worth bending down for.
Deng Hanyu's eyes widened, and he was about to curse again, but the moment he met Ji Xie's pitch-black eyes, an indescribable terror suddenly rose within him-
It was ten thousand times more intense than having a beast clamp down on his throat, as though his heart had stopped beating and was being squeezed over and over. It was a terror worse than death... the terror of drifting through darkness.
For an instant, Deng Hanyu even thought of killing himself, just to escape that indescribable horror. But Ji Xie seemed to see through him and stepped on the hand he was trying to raise.
Rather than pain, the first thing that surged through Deng Hanyu was despair at being unable to end his own life. His body began shaking like a sieve, and broken words barely squeezed out of his throat:
"I, I... I'll talk..."
Although the voice came from his own mouth, the once-familiar sound now seemed utterly foreign to Deng Hanyu. The words caught in his throat again, and nothing more came out.
Ji