Han Lei turned around and asked everyone else to leave, including Ms Li, leaving only Hua Tianyou and the old lady.
When Han Lei turned back around, at some point, a surgical knife had appeared in her hand.
The blade gleamed with a cold light under the solar lamp.
Han Lei's expression was calm, but her gaze was sharp as a knife, seemingly able to penetrate the mute silence of the death warrior.
"I can understand if you say nothing."
She spoke slowly, her voice soft yet icy.
"You people have long disregarded life and death. Pain and torture are merely routine for you."
The death warrior remained silent, not even raising his eyelids.
Han Lei smiled faintly, and the surgical knife in her hand turned slightly, the blade near the death warrior's wrist but not cutting immediately.
Her movements were extremely slow, as if she were waiting for something.
The death warrior's breath hitched for a moment, though it was subtle, yet Han Lei keenly captured it.
