Chapter 68
Looking coldly at the bloodied old man Sloan, Michelle took out a bottle from her spatial ring. She opened it and tilted it to the side, letting a single pill roll out. The fragrance of medicine filled the dark room, and as it mixed with the metallic smell of blood, it turned into a sickening stench, making one want to vomit.
But Michelle didn’t mind it at all. "Revitalization Pill of indigo grade..." she said with a cold laugh as she grabbed the man by the hair on the back of his head and lifted his head so she could stuff the pill into his mouth. "I have enough to keep you alive for years," she added as the old man reluctantly swallowed. He was already starting to regret not telling the truth from the start.
Waiting for the pill to take effect, Michelle stepped back and started forming ice needles in the surrounding air. As she added a bit of ice fire into each needle, they gleamed softly in the dark, allowing the old man to clearly see each and every single one of them.
Seeing the ice needles all around, the old man’s blood ran cold with fear, but he didn’t dare tell the truth. So, Michelle clenched her fists, and the needles flew at him, stabbing all over his body, making him look like a bloodied hedgehog.
The old man wailed in agony, but Michelle was still far from stopping. She was just starting. Leaving the ice needles stabbed into the old man without letting them melt, Michelle summoned ice fire on her palm and threw it at the old man’s feet. When the flame touched his feet, his wails turned into anguished screams reaching the sky as he could feel his toes getting frostbite. And what was worse was that the flame was spreading.
"I’ll speak!" he cried out, his face stained with tears, mucus, and blood. "I’ll speak, so stop this!"
Hearing that, Michelle’s purple eyes narrowed into beautiful, but cold, smiling crescents. With a wave of her hand, the ice fire returned to her palm, and the ice needles melted away. "Speak!" she said placidly.
The old man gasped in relief as the fire and needles disappeared, but he was still in agony, as even though the flames disappeared, the frostbite on his legs didn’t get better. They were still there. "I... I said the truth that the second headmaster was involved, but..." he was still clearly hesitant about telling the truth.
"But what?" Michelle’s icy voice was like a cold bucket of water poured over his whole body.