After transmigrating into the book, she became the male god's white moonlight.

Chapter 444 I'll give you another chance, your code name
"No...don't know."

The man subconsciously swallowed, his eyes fixed on the spinning fruit knife.

I had a feeling that it would slip from this man's hand at any moment.

"Them—"

Bo Yeyuan sat on the sofa, his cold words spilling from his lips.

His hand, with its distinct knuckles, paused for a moment, then his eyelids snapped open.

His gaze sharpened. "The meat has already been carried away by wild dogs."

The blade of the fruit knife gleamed coldly, shooting straight towards the cross.

Without any hesitation or ambiguity.

In the blink of an eye, the knife was embedded in the top of the man's head, pressed tightly against his scalp.

The man on the cross had never looked so pale.

Just a little bit more, really just a little bit more...

It shot into the brain.

His legs were trembling, and he soon couldn't hold back the urge to urinate, which flowed out from his clothes with an unpleasant smell.

This is the first time in my life I've ever been so scared that I peed my pants...

"There's also a box of throwing knives here. You know—if I miss, I can't be sure where it'll hit—the head, the eyes, or…"

His thin lips curved into a dangerous and insane smile.

At this moment, Bo Yeyuan showed no trace of his usual calm and self-possessed demeanor. His dark eyes were filled with a crimson glint, and he was filled with wickedness.

Like Satan crawling out of hell, terrifying and deadly, yet strangely captivating.

—

As if sensing the other party's unfinished words, the man trembled uncontrollably.

"I'll give you one more chance, your code name."

Bo Yeyuan lowered his eyes, his slender fingers clad in white gloves, exuding both asceticism and allure.

He carefully wiped the knife, discussing it word by word, "I believe you are a smart person and naturally know how to choose."

Rather than being a useless pawn to the organization, wouldn't it be better to... cooperate with me?
To avoid the pain of this wound, where one is torn between life and death.

I'll give you three seconds to think it over. This is your last chance. "3—"

"2--"

"1..."

"Please, please just kill me."

The man cried out in utter despair, the last line of defense he had built in his heart easily shattered by Bo Yeyuan.

"You don't have to tell me? That's fine too."

Bo Yeyuan chuckled softly, but to the man, it sounded like a harbinger of death.

"Bo Yi, give me the whip. I'll do it myself this time."

"Yes, sir."

It looked like the black-clad enforcer with the whip was about to hand the whip to the other person.

A flicker of fear crossed the man's eyes. "Wait, I'll talk, I'll talk."

He was truly terrified of this whip; it whipped people relentlessly, and it had barbs that would pull flesh out.

That kind of raw, unbearable pain is something no one could endure under such relentless torment day and night.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid of the feeling that even death was a luxury.

He was more afraid of...that man.

He closed his eyes resignedly. "Code name 4. Small fry like us are all code names based on numbers."

Only those who have access to the core are different.

"What are the code names for those who have contact with key personnel?"

"I don't know, I really don't know."

The man shook his head frantically, as if afraid the other person wouldn't believe him.

Bo Yeyuan's eyes deepened. "Is it that you don't want to say, or that you can't say?"

His eyes were vacant, and he kept muttering, "I don't know, I really don't know."

(End of this chapter)