The moment he said that, a resounding hiss came from the corner of the dim room. A soldering iron was imprinted on the man's chest, causing him to emit an ear-piercing sound as he convulsed on the floor and howled in agony.
When Ye Wanwan saw this, the corners of her lips twitched. "What era are we in right now? You guys are still using such an old-fashioned method of torture?"
Sure enough, it perfectly suited Si Ming Rong's old-fashioned style…
She wasn't sure why, but there were many familiar yet foreign images appearing in her head all of a sudden…
Ye Wanwan looked at the two guards by her side and said disdainfully, "This sort of torture only works on small fish and prawns; for real, professionally-trained guards and secret service agents, these minor superficial wounds are nothing to them - you're actually counting on this to pry open their mouths?"
The two guards: "…"
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