Heather embraced him, her hands caressing his scar-laden back. Her long nails occasionally dug into the few patches of his still intact skin. She kissed him from his neck up to his ears, biting him.

She said to him, "Li Sinian, if it means going to Hell with me, would you be willing?"

He answered without almost any hesitation, "I am willing."

"Before you die, do you want to make love to me?"

"Yes." His voice was nearly hoarse.

Heather’s hands slowly slid forward, undoing the metal buckle at his waist, and reached for his already erect part.

His body stiffened.

Heather boldly unlocked his handcuffs, pressed him onto the blood-soaked ground, and pulled down his zipper.

"Since it’s Hell, let’s go together."

The two of them, in the filthy and damp cell, invaded each other’s bodies with abandon.

...

The interrogation ended earlier than usual.

When Heather came out, she too was unusually dirty. Not a spot on her was clean.

Not to mention her clothes, even her face was smeared with bloodstains.

"Did you get it out of him?"

"Edge of Heaven, it’s hidden right there."

Luo Xuan, with a strange smile on his lips, glanced back at the pitch darkness inside.

"Li Sinian really is lucky. To enjoy one last time before death, his sufferings were not in vain."

"Mr. Luo Xuan seems to envy him?" Heather smiled, "How about you go in too? Let me torture you for a few days, and before you die, I’ll let you enjoy yourself thoroughly."

"No, I’ll take the enjoyment, but not the torture. I’m not a masochist."

...

Night Hawk was still mocking Li Sinian for not being able to escape the beauty’s snare, yet Luo Xuan, having returned from Edge of Heaven, brought back unexpected news—there was nothing there, utterly empty.

Everyone was surprised.

How could it be possible?

Under such circumstances, how could Li Sinian still have control over his own brain to give false intelligence?

"Heather, is this the result you provided me?"

"My Lord, I did not lie, that’s indeed the place he told me about, not a single false word." Surprise also flashed across Heather’s eyes.

"It seems, there is only one last resort."

Luo Xuan had understood something, and with just a look from Night Hawk, Heather was restrained by two men in black.

Night Hawk swiftly leaped down, kicking heavily towards Heather’s chest.

The two men quickly let go, and she, unable to dodge in time, was thrown several meters away, rolling over, coughing up a mouthful of thick blood.

It felt as if her heart, liver, spleen, and lungs had all shattered, her heart throbbing with pain, her vision blurring.

Luo Xuan subconsciously moved but still did not step forward.

"Heather, you’re going to suffer a bit. If Li Sinian has even a shred of affection for you, he will save you."

Night Hawk signaled with a look, and Heather was dragged away.

...

It was the same cell.

This time, Night Hawk personally conducted the interrogation, with Li Sinian in front of him, and the disheveled Heather dumped on the ground.

"I know what you’re trying to do, she’s not Xiao Man." Li Sinian guessed his intention.

"She is Xiao Man," Night Hawk declared, "Haven’t you ever doubted her identity? Or do you not dare to doubt? She looks so much like Helena, isn’t that the reason you’ve always kept her by your side?"

What does that mean?

It was like a blow to Heather’s head.