However, he couldn't say this to Li Mochuan.

After all, Li Mochuan never liked hearing such things.

The shirtless, burly man lowered his head and gritted his teeth as he made a promise to Li Mochuan.

"Give me another hour, and I promise I'll be able to get something useful out of him in an hour!"

Li Mochuan glanced coldly at the shirtless burly man and refused him in an annoyed manner.

"Need not."

At this moment, the door to the secret room opened again, and a bodyguard walked in, carrying a black box.

"Mr. Li, your order has been brought."

The black box was opened, revealing several different colored vials inside.

Li Mochuan glanced at it and gave a casual order.

"Give him an injection."

The bodyguard nodded, picked out a potion from the box, and walked step by step toward the magician who was hanging in mid-air.

Truth serum.

In reality, these are drugs like scopolamine or thiopental sodium. A certain amount of these drugs can put the prisoner into a state of mental confusion, thereby allowing them to ask certain questions.

Of course, so-called truth serums cannot guarantee that what prisoners say is true; more often than not, prisoners are just talking nonsense.

But for Li Mochuan, getting this person to talk was the most important thing. Rather than him not saying anything, he would rather listen to some nonsense, perhaps he could find some clues about that person from it.

He's been searching for that person for so long, he's lost all patience!

He couldn't wait a moment longer!