"It seems they really have no connection with Black Hawk." The queen sat in front of the sofa, pondering, "Let's go to the prison, I don't believe we can't make him talk!"
A secret room in the Imperial Palace.
A man and a woman were held in the secret room, both suspended in the air, iron rings locking their limbs, forming a large character.
"Black Hawk, right?" A cruel smile hung on Yue Qianhui's face as she picked up a fiery red branding iron from the furnace, then pressed it onto Black Hawk's chest.
Sizzle~
The sound of grilling meat arose, accompanied by a burst of black smoke, and the man let out a miserable scream.
"Doesn't feel good, does it? I advise you to quickly tell us where the USB is, or you'll suffer a terrible death."
"Bah! If you dare, just kill me, I won't tell you a word!" The man spat on Yue Qianhui's face.
