The man shuddered in fear and swallowed silently. "I didn't say I'd rather die than concede."
"Then tell me, who sent you here? Although they've already said it, I want to see if you're an honest person."
"Whoever they've said it was, that can't be the truth, because they'll never be allowed to know," the man said confidently. "Only I know, but how can I possibly tell you?"
"Xi Bolai." An Xiaoning asked, "Correct?"
The man was instantly stupefied. "You…"
"How do I know?" An Xiaoning laughed. "Do you want to know how?"
"It's not him."
"Your reaction just now already gave you away." An Xiaoning used the sharp knife in her hand and stabbed it slightly into the man's body. The man felt the pain, and his face scrunched up.
Feeling the knife stab into him slowly, the man became panic-stricken.
"Wait!"
An Xiaoning stopped her hand. "I'm only giving you this one chance."
