Jiang Yan half-squatted, the knife in her hand sharp enough to cut steel, gently sliding across Qin Lei's face. Her words were as icy as a ghost whispering, "Xue Miaomiao—where is she?"
Under the cold and hard touch, Qin Lei felt as if his cheek was being gouged out by acid, waves of sharp pain radiating from it.
His broken hands and feet throbbed with agony, almost driving him to unconsciousness.
If he'd known this earlier, he would never have tangled with her.
She was one of those who had left the AS Zone with Song Haitao and his team, and returned alive...
Qin Lei's terror-filled eyes suddenly widened further. "They… They deliberately concealed information about you?!"
"Where is Xue Miaomiao?" Jiang Yan's patience was wearing thin. She placed the tip of the blade against his one remaining ear. "If you still don't understand what I'm saying, I might as well cut this one off too."
