The man was still lying on the ground, his face a mask of confusion, having forgotten everything else.
The woman was in an even more miserable state; Fang Shuwen had crippled one of her arms with a single palm strike.
She lay on the ground, still spitting up blood...
The others were already corpses.
'These two are still alive... but can they really be interrogated?'
She glanced at Fang Shuwen and couldn't help but ask:
"Can you really get them to talk?"
Fang Shuwen walked over to the woman and gently patted her cheek.
"What's your name?"
Although the woman felt that death would be a relief, she had a fiery temperament. She glared at Fang Shuwen, refusing to say a word.
Fang Shuwen nodded, drew out A Line, and touched it to the center of her forehead.
He had experimented with this before. A Line applied to the center of the forehead inflicted a more piercing and terrifying pain than anywhere else.
