Listening to Sima Lingyun's analysis, and looking at the calm expression on Sima Lingyun's face, Wang Quan only felt his scalp tingling, as if a monstrous wave had already surged in the depths of his heart. Sima Lingyun's guess was infinitely close to the truth, just like he had personally experienced it. He deduced so much from just a few traces, how could this not make one's scalp tingle.
Now, Wang Quan finally understood why Sima Lingyun could become the youngest group leader in the history of the Yanhuang Group. Just this ability to deduce was enough to make countless people sweat in shame.
Sima Lingyun sneered at Wang Quan's gloomy face and spoke again, "Wang Quan, why don't you speak? Or do you think I've touched your heart? Honestly, it doesn't matter if you don't speak now. Our Yanhuang Group has plenty of ways to interrogate prisoners. Once you've experienced them, I think you'll be more than willing to tell me everything you know. What do you say?"
