A fashion queen

Mo Yunting's face was icy cold, devoid of any pity, as cold and indifferent as an ice sculpture. He slowly raised the iron rod in his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a cruel smile that was like a sharp blade, piercing one's eyes.

"Haha, it seems that you are not willing to accept my toast and will have to drink the penalty." Mo Yunting's voice sounded like it came from the abyss of hell, bone-chilling and creepy. Every word was like a sharp dagger, piercing people's hearts.

Bai Yumo endured the severe pain all over his body and raised his head stubbornly. His eyes revealed a firm and unyielding look, as well as a deep stubbornness. Even in this extremely painful moment, he still maintained his dignity and pride.

"Even if you beat me to death, I will never surrender to you!" Bai Yumo gritted his teeth and spoke word by word, each word filled with incomparable determination. Although his body was enduring tremendous torture, his will was as firm as a rock.

When Mo Yunting heard this, anger suddenly burned in his heart. He swung the iron rod in his hand and used all his strength to smash it hard at Bai Yumo's body.

"boom!"

A dull sound echoed in the air, and Bai Yumo's body trembled violently, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. However, he still clenched his teeth tightly, refusing to make a sound for mercy, not even a groan.

Seeing Bai Yumo so stubborn, Mo Yunting's anger grew even stronger. He swung the iron rod wildly, hitting Bai Yumo again and again. Each blow was accompanied by a dull sound, as if it was going to shatter Bai Yumo's body.

The warehouse was filled with the clashing sounds of iron rods and flesh, each one shuddering. Bai Yumo's body was covered in wounds, his clothes stained red with blood, but his gaze remained firm, without the slightest sign of retreat.

"Why are you doing this? If you tell the truth, you won't have to suffer like this." Mo Yunting frowned as he looked at Bai Yumo, who was beaten and covered in blood, his tone filled with helplessness and confusion.

Bai Yumo raised his head slightly, revealing a blood-stained face, but a stubborn smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "You... will never know..." His voice was weak and firm, as if it contained endless power.

However, just as Bai Yumo was about to finish his words, his body suddenly became limp, as if it had lost its support. Then, his eyes tightly closed, and he fainted without any warning.

This sudden turn of events shocked Mo Yunting, and a flicker of doubt and confusion crossed his once cold eyes. He stared silently at the unconscious Bai Yumo, their previous conversation replaying in his mind. What secrets was Bai Yumo hiding? Why would he rather endure brutal torture than reveal a single word of truth?

At this moment, Mo Yunting slowly turned his head and his gaze fell on Cui Xueying beside him. She also had a look of surprise on her face, and was obviously very surprised by Bai Yumo's tenacious resistance.

After a brief silence, Mo Yunting finally spoke, "Take him away and lock him up." His voice was deep and firm, revealing an unquestionable majesty. He then added, "Send a few capable people to keep a close watch on him. We'll interrogate him again after he wakes up."

The guards immediately agreed in unison, carefully lifted Bai Yumo up, and took him out of the room. During the entire process, Bai Yumo never woke up, as if he had fallen into an endless sleep.

Mo Yunting stood still, his gaze fixed on the direction Bai Yumo had left, unmoved for a long moment. His thoughts seemed to have drifted far away, lost in deep thought. His gaze grew deeper and more piercing, as if he were trying to penetrate that door and discover the deepest secrets of Bai Yumo's heart.

"Yunting, you said someone would be coming. Is that the mysterious person who tipped us off?" Cui Xueying finally couldn't help but ask after watching Bai Yumo, already beaten to death, being dragged away. There was a hint of confusion in her voice, and she was clearly very curious about why Mo Yunting had chosen to bring Bai Yumo to this dilapidated warehouse instead of sending her directly to prison.

Mo Yunting nodded slightly without hiding anything: "You guessed right, it is him who is coming." His tone was calm and firm, as if he had already expected all this.