"Just kill him"

"Alright, I'll ask, you answer," Night Cicada looked at Kreskin, whose face was now bruised and swollen.

Jonathan didn't hold back but knew how to measure his strength.

If Mechanical Dawn wanted to interrogate Kreskin, they wouldn't allow him to be killed. Jonathan could be harsh, but he couldn't kill him nor make him lose consciousness or become delirious.

Kreskin was lying on the ground, unable to even cry due to the multitude of wounds on his body. Crying would tug at the wounds on his face, causing excruciating pain.

"You could have just asked me directly, why did you have to beat me up..." Kreskin said weakly, "Well, ask then!"

"This guy is really pathetic," Night Cicada said, almost in disbelief.

"You better start asking. Let's get this over with. I need to rest," Jonathan said as he took a tissue from his pocket and slowly wiped the blood off his fingers, "Isn't a pathetic person the best to interrogate?"