At the thought of the rest of her life—or rather, the imminent arrival of Inspectorate agents tracking her down for a Yan brutal torture—and the thought of the thriving Zhang County being stripped of everything and wiped out overnight with every member thrown into the dungeons, Zhang Min let out a despairing roar. She screamed like a madwoman, scrambling up to claw at the smile that instilled utter despair before her.
But then came a heavy breath. In an instant, that seemingly frail arm, still wrapped in white gauze, erupted with unimaginable great power.
Pinned by the throat, Min felt as though a forklift had clamped down on her. Breathing was out of the question; she could not even squeak.
"Keep screaming, and die. Or listen to me, and live. Pick one," Su Mo said.
