"After we take the money, we won't say anything." Despite not having the strength to raise an arm, the leader stubbornly replied.
"What about you? Will you talk?" Ye Qiu stepped on the thin man's cheek again, asking fiercely.
The thin man was in utter agony, snot and tears pouring out: "I... I don't know, all these things were arranged by the leader."
"Are you lying to me?" Ye Qiu glanced at his lower body, his face threatening.
The thin man shook even more violently, pleading rapidly: "I really don't know, I'm not lying to you, I swear."
Ye Qiu saw that he wasn't lying, and approached the leader: "You really won't talk?"
The leader closed his eyes: "Even if you kill me, I won't speak. You called the cops earlier, right? If the police find out you're using torture, do you think you can justify it?"
