"Confessed!"
Yan Chengping roared, his voice becoming hoarse and rough due to the extreme pain, as if it were frantically rubbing on sandpaper.
"I really confessed!"
Yan Chengping shouted almost with a sobbing tone, his trembling fingers pointing forward desperately.
Where his fingertip pointed was exactly the place where the group of county officials were located.
At this moment, he had only one thought in mind—to get relief as soon as possible; he didn't want to suffer more physical pain.
"He ordered me to do it!"
Yan Chengping's voice was even hoarser, his eyes wide open, with his pupils filled with bloodshot veins.
"Fuo Songde!"
"It's him!"
Yan Chengping's voice echoed in the silent air.
"That night, it was him and me who went to the Feng Family!"
Yan Chengping spoke extremely fast, fearing that if he didn't finish his words in time, he would suffer another vicious beating from Liang Cheng.
"Mr. Feng, Feng Jin!"
"Died at the hands of Fuo Songde!"
