The jellyfish was still crying, not believing Shui Qianfan's words.
How could it not hurt?
Clearly, his chest was already mangled, the blood continuously flowing downward.
Bai Ye said coldly, "Shui Qianfan, if you don't speak, then next time the whip won't just be that simple on you. Your wife shouldn't be able to endure as much as you, right?"
"Bai Ye, if you have the guts, come at me!"
Shui Qianfan roared, veins bulging in his neck, looking terrifying.
Bai Ye still maintained the same demeanor as before, saying, "Then let me ask again, where is your daughter hiding?"
"Bai Ye, you will definitely die a horrible death!"
Shui Qianfan no longer intended to deceive himself.
He actually understood a long time ago; Bai Ye would never let Shui Xun live, yet he clung to that hope.
If that's the case, he might as well seek death.
