"You could crush me as simply as you would an ant, come on, there is no suffering I fear,"
Manager Qiao’s attitude clearly had given up.
Li Wenli and Bai Junjun looked at each other, momentarily at a loss for words.
During interrogation, they most feared encountering someone indifferent to threats.
In the past, faced with this type of person, there was only one way to deal with them: to kill and bury them honorably.
After all, such loyalty in The Glittering World is rare; if you encounter it, just provide an honorable burial. He definitely won’t reveal any information, and continuing is just a waste of time.
Li Wenli reluctantly stood up, apparently ready to give up on Manager Qiao.
Although Manager Qiao knew he was bound to die, he still didn’t move at all, treating himself like a dead man ready to be buried at any moment.
If even Fox couldn’t manage Manager Qiao, what could Bai Junjun do?
Even if his limbs grew vines, Manager Qiao probably wouldn’t be moved.
Bai Junjun couldn’t help but mutter, "People from Witch Ancestor Mountain are all somewhat sick."
"Not necessarily, Wu Nuan seems quite normal," Li Wenli responded without a care in the world.
"?" Bai Junjun slowly raised her eyebrows, as if Fox had mentioned something extraordinary.
After all, the first time they met, Fox had kept staring at her, and she felt something was off then, but was sidestepped by Fox’s excuses, and now he was praising Wu Nuan out of nowhere...
Did he actually fall for her?
"Absolutely not," Li Wenli swore to the heavens.
He had blurted out her name and immediately realized it was inappropriate; he shouldn’t have mentioned Wu Nuan, especially since he now saw Miss’s expression growing more serious.
Li Wenli, desperate to survive, explained, "Ah Dao’s friends are my friends, I mention her because of Ah Dao. Besides, regardless of all that, don’t you think she’s indeed the most normal among the Witch Tribe?"
Neither noticed the old man lying on the bed suddenly open his eyes, tears welling up because of that unexpected name.
At this moment, Bai Junjun crossed her arms and looked skeptically at Li Wenli, as if she didn’t believe a word he was saying.
Just then, a slightly excited voice came from behind them.
"You... you’ve met Xiao Nuan?"
Neither had expected the "dead man" to suddenly come to life, both somewhat bewildered.
Manager Qiao, unable to care about anything else, staggered out of bed, his face filled with excitement, "Are you talking about Wu Nuan of the Witch Tribe?"
Bai Junjun and Li Wenli exchanged a glance, vaguely sensing an opportunity.
Li Wenli had never imagined that the name he had carelessly mentioned would become the key to Manager Qiao’s defection. Had he known, why waste so much saliva; if he had just mentioned Wu Nuan right at the start, everything would have been easily resolved.
However, their acquaintance with Wu Nuan was merely brief; strictly speaking, they were not as familiar with Wu Nuan as Ah Dao was.
But at this moment, of course, they couldn’t let the truth slip, so when Manager Qiao asked how they knew Wu Nuan, Li Wenli once again became the king of storytelling.
"We happened to meet Miss Nuan leading a group to capture traitors while passing through An County. By a stroke of fate, we helped her out, and that’s how we got acquainted."
As Li Wenli recounted this experience, Manager Qiao listened intently, as if afraid of missing any detail, and after he finished, Manager Qiao asked with a trembling voice, "Is she... doing well?"
"She seemed quite spirited, and the two maids with her were very respectful towards her, but..."