Beitang Chuxin looked at Ming Mei suspiciously: "Can you let me go?"
Ming Mei replied, "Let you go? How is that possible? Don't get your hopes too high."
Beitang Chuxin scoffed, "Then what's the point of negotiating?"
Ming Mei calmly said, "Tell me who that woman is, and I'll grant you a swift death."
Beitang Chuxin glared at Ming Mei, whose left side of her face bore gruesome scars, her eye sockets were sunken, and her eyeballs seemed as if they could fall out at any moment. Beitang Chuxin challenged her: "Kang Chen promised not to kill me, do you dare?"
Ming Mei spread her hands, "He promised not to kill you, not me. Just tell me the truth, and I assure you can die right now."
Beitang Chuxin shook his head, "I'm telling you, if you want to know who that person is, you must let me go."
Ming Mei sneered, "Then just keep suffering, waiting to be flayed and tortured, struggling between life and death, wishing for death."
