“Lord, the man has confessed.”

Xia Houmo was reading through the map, and he paused.

“He confessed?”

“Yes.”

In fact, Donglin was also a little suspicious. After all, last night, the man was tortured almost to death and he said nothing. The man was stubborn and reluctant so that Donglin thought it would take him another two or three days before he would tell them anything. But now, he had confessed, not even managed to hold on to ...