So, Ye Chen turned around and looked at Lin Yaru and Anying.
They were sitting over there, waiting, because the person who should be here was Ye Chen, so if Ye Chen left, he believed someone else would take over.
Ye Chen quietly walked over and approached Anying.
"How's it going, still holding a tough mouth, right?"
"I'm telling you, people like them are professionally trained, ordinarily, they won't spill anything until death unless you use some other methods, then maybe we have a chance."
Upon hearing this, it seemed as if Ye Chen suddenly understood something, and he glanced back in that direction.
Various torture tools were laid out on the table, many of which Ye Chen could call by name, tools passed down from ancient times.
"Are you referring to that thing?"
"I don't know whether it can be used, or how to use it, completely up to you, I won't say more."
Ye Chen simply nodded after hearing this.
