"Wu Zhiyong, are you still not going to tell me?"

Warmth asked with a cold expression.

"Whew ~ Whew ~ ~"

One of his eyes was completely narrowed, only able to see a white light. Other than that, his eye could barely see anything else.

One side of his face was swollen like a steamed bun. Even if Wu Zhengmin resurrected here, he might not be able to recognize that this was his son!

"..."

However, due to the excessive exhaustion of his physical strength, the injuries on his body, and the painful screams from the torture, his throat became hoa.r.s.e.

Thus, even though he was grinning, he did not let out any laughter. Instead, saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, as if he was a madman.

When she saw this, she immediately took a step back. With a frown, she said with disgust, "Give him an injection!"

Someone from the side immediately came up and skillfully took out a vial from the tray. He then used a gla.s.s knife to cut open the vial's opening. The syringe sucked the syringe away and pierced it into Wu Zhizhong's shoulder.

Then, the man picked up another syringe, pinched Wu Zhiyong's chin, and poured the syringe into his mouth.

"Cough cough …" "Ahem …"

That person's actions were too brutal, causing Wu Zhizhong to choke and cough violently.

"Don't be afraid, this isn't poison, it's glucose!"

Warmth sneered: "Before you explain yourself, you will not die. Even if you want to die, I will not let you die. However, after drinking glucose, you should be able to recover some of your strength, right? If you don't say it now, we will continue! "

However, there was no fear on Wu Zhiyong's face. Instead, he shook his head slightly. A look of disdain flashed in his remaining eye.

After injecting the solution and drinking the glucose, Wu Zhizhong's stamina recovered a bit. At the very least, he had the strength to lift his head and speak.

He looked at Gentle Snow, his eyes filled with ridicule, and asked, "Gentle, has anyone ever told you that you are a very pitiful person?"

Gentle Snow's expression turned cold: "What did you say? Wu Zhiyong, you think you're the young master of the Wu family? "Let me tell you, now that you are our prisoner, your little life is in my hands. If I …"

"Ha ha!"

"Gentle, you can be considered to have deliberately planned this out. A courtesan that I didn't put in my eyes actually started to interrogate me. Gentle, don't you think this scene is very familiar?"

With a warm and gloomy face, he said coldly: "Wu Zhi Yong, looks like you are really courting death! Good! Very good! "Since that's the case, I want to hear what you have to say. Before you die, I will give you the chance to speak!"

He took a deep breath and slowly shook his head. There were wounds all over his body and there were almost no good spots. If he shook his head slightly more, there would be severe pain.

"You're from a third-rate family and you want to live a decent life, but you don't have the capital and confidence. You're climbing up with your life on the line and yet you want to create the image of a beautiful young girl. This image isn't for your fans to see, but for someone like me who can decide your fate!"

"You came in contact with my Wu Clan, then you turned around and came in contact with the people of the Ji Clan, but you didn't know that when you were in bed with a kid from the Chen Clan, he told a little brother of mine. However, when he saw you wanted to get close to the Ji Clan, that little brother of mine didn't let the news spread.

He gazed at Wu Zhiyong with eyes that seemed to spew fire.

Wu Zhizhong grinned and said in an extremely shriveled voice, "Although I don't know how you managed to tie him down, but even now, you still don't understand. "It's just a female dog. After being coquettish, she's not even qualified to stew meat. All she can do is become a pile of mud …"

A heartwarming scream interrupted Wu Zhiyong as he sternly shouted, "Hit him to death!"

Wu Zhizhong grinned and smiled silently. He looked at her warm eyes as if he was looking at a dead man.