272 Interrogation

A couple of minutes later… in the inside room of the garret.

"I have already shared everything that I knew. I still beg for your mercy. Please spare this nasty person's life. I can pledge that I will never tell about this matter to anyone!" The grey-dressed middle-aged man's whole body was shrouded in a layer of grey light at this moment. His face looked distorted, and it seemed that he was experiencing inexplicable pain. He was constantly begging Hou Sai Lei for forgiveness.

Then, the grey-dressed man glanced at the ground beside him.

Deacon Quan's aura had become very faint. His eyes looked spiritless. His hands and feet had been nailed to the ground, and blood was gushing out.

The Dark Moon Cult owned a set of torturing methods to torment people's minds and bodies. And, these methods could leave a person incapable of seeking survival or death. Hou Sai Lei wasn't unfamiliar with these methods even though he didn't hold a high position in the Cult.