Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One

"I stand by what I have said: regarding the matters of the Futang Group, I neither know a single word nor will I utter a single word."

Zhuge Weiwei slumped to the ground, firmly responding.

"What’s with your stubborn head!" The County Magistrate put down the teacup in his hand, stood up with his hands behind his back, and threatened with a severe tone,

"Mr. Zhuge, if you still refuse to speak, I will have my men proceed with the torture!"

"Hmph!"

Zhuge Weiwei looked towards the dark night outside the hall and defiantly said,

"Then kill me!"

"My lord, allow me to carry out the torture!" the Colonel suggested eagerly.

"No rush, let’s ask him again."

The County Magistrate nonchalantly walked over, slowly pacing around Zhuge Weiwei:

"Mr. Zhuge, how do you find my methods?"