Elizabeth was shaking violently all over, her forehead covered in cold sweat.
"I..."
"They're about to cut off the second finger..."
Elizabeth: "..."
"You can continue to hesitate; the feeling of an old person burying the young shouldn't be too bad."
Elizabeth: "..."
Elizabeth's last psychological defense was completely shattered by Bo Qing, and she forced back tears, trembling as she said, "I... I'll talk... Tell them to stop, Lu Qing... he's your father."
Bo Qing ignored Elizabeth's words, a mocking smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
"If you want them to stop, I need to hear if what you say can convince me..."
"That woman... she's dead... but we didn't kill her..."
Bo Qing's eyes narrowed, then he picked up his phone and dialed a member of the Feiying Squad.
"Take action... with Moscow police as the main force... you will assist."
After finishing, Bo Qing directly hung up the phone.
