The taut muscles bulged out like gnarled tree roots.

"To tell or not to tell."

However, this assassin proved to be a tough nut to crack.

Even when branded with a hot iron until their skin was torn open and their white bones were exposed through the charred wounds, they refused to utter a single word.

He clenched his teeth and let out a low whimper.

Sweat mixed with blood streamed down his scarred face.

Upon seeing this, Lu Yan frowned slightly.

It seems the person behind this is no ordinary individual.

He walked up to the assassin, crouched down, and whispered:

"Do you think I can't do anything if you don't talk? I have plenty of ways to make you talk."

"It seems that we have no choice but to get serious."

Lu Yan stood up and dusted off non-existent dust from his robes.

He clapped his hands, and Night Owl immediately understood and stepped aside.

"Night Owl, go get a bucket of honey, and find some bees too."

Night Owl was slightly taken aback, then realized what was happening.

"My lord, this is what we're going to do..."

"Let him taste the sweetness."

Lu Yanxiao's smile was meaningful.

A moment later, Night Owl came in carrying a bucket of honey that smelled sweet and cloying.

Several constables followed behind, carrying several beehives that buzzed around.

The assassin had his eyes closed, looking as if he was ready to die.

Hearing the buzzing sound, it suddenly opened its eyes and stared at the beehives in horror.

"Now, I'm giving you one last chance. Will you speak or not?"

Lu Yan's voice was as icy as ice, echoing in the cold interrogation room.

The assassin's Adam's apple bobbed, and a hint of struggle flashed in his eyes.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"