Secrets of the Holy Gate

He had expected her to ask about the resources—what they were, where they came from.

He hadn't anticipated this question at all.

"If you don't want to talk, how about we try the same torture again? This time, let's extend it to a full hour."

Kenny Lin twirled his fingers, and a wisp of sword energy spun at his fingertips.

Mo Qingjie instantly recalled the excruciating pain that had made him want to end his own life.

He never wanted to experience that again.

It hadn't just affected his soul—it had torn through his meridians as well.

"I'll talk. We use those resources to exchange information with Lal Hiran. He controls a significant portion of the underground city's network, with informants spread across all walks of life, from merchants to criminals. They can gather a lot of intelligence..."

"For example," Amalia interrupted, "if a family possesses a powerful heirloom, you people would massacre them and steal it, wouldn't you?"