Then a sharp pain in his throat, he couldn't even muster a bit of resistance, as the woman in front of him reached out and grabbed his throat.
Ning Xiaoxian kicked and broke his thigh bone, now all five fingers deeply embedded in the skin of his throat. He was originally half a head taller than Ning Xiaoxian, but now, as he tilted down, she could basically look him in the eye.
"It's you I want to question." She repeated, "Do you have any last words?"
The guard struggled to squeeze out two words from his throat: "Not... me!"
She truly missed Tu Jin! If he were here, reading this person's memory and discerning the truth in his words would be done in minutes.
At this time, the whistle had finished inspecting the thief's body in the courtyard, came in and said in a low voice: "He didn't leave anything to mark his identity, just a little vermillion on the cuffs and corners of his black clothes. It's hardly noticeable unless you look closely, seems like dye."
