Wang Yi felt Lin Tian was right. Now that he was under Lin Tian's control, could he endure severe torture for information?
The answer was no.
Since that's the case, why not be smart and just talk? Suffering less is the smartest choice.
"I know all of this already. Tell me something I don't know." Lin Tian put away his dagger, sat on the chair, crossed his legs, looking at ease.
"But this is all I know..."
"Alright then, I'll ask, and you answer. Is Wang Shi already dead?"
This was a question Lin Tian was quite concerned about. That old bastard took a bullet from him and should have died, but he hadn't heard any news about Wang Shi's funeral.
Wang Yi hesitated for two seconds before speaking openly, "No, the Patriarch is in a deep coma, and I don't know if he'll wake up."
"Hmm, do you have anything else to say?"
"Huh?"
