"No need to think about it. If I talk, I'll die all the same."
"From my very first day in this line of work, I knew this day might come."
The Gold Medal Killer knew perfectly well that his end would be the same whether he talked or not. Why should he give Lin Lang the satisfaction?
Lin Lang shook his head slightly. "Why can't you recognize which way the wind is blowing? Let me take you to see those tight-lipped colleagues of yours first. You'll definitely change your mind."
"Because what you're about to face may be something you've never even imagined."
Lin Lang personally escorted the Gold Medal Killer to the cells of the Thousand-household Office, letting him see what had happened to the three killers who had refused to obey.
By now, not one of the three had an unbroken patch of flesh left. Every one of them was drenched in blood.
Someone was using silver needles on their acupoints to amplify their pain while also keeping all three from passing out, no matter what.
"My lord, you've brought another one in person?" Jia Liu came over carrying a branding iron. The smell of scorched flesh hung in the cells.
"Leave him to me. I'll have him talking tonight."
Most people couldn't endure three forms of torture, and he had more than a dozen here. Killers were professionals at killing; as a member of the Jinyiwei, he was even more professional at torture!
Lin Lang looked at the Gold Medal Killer with a smile. "You've seen what happens to those who fight on with their backs to the wall, but experiencing it yourself will be even better."
"Jia Liu, he's yours. Get everything I want to know out of him. As long as he doesn't die, do