Gu Huaiwei leaned back on the sofa and turned her attention to Tang Wushuang: "Who is behind you?"

Tang Wushuang had a cold face, said nothing, and kept her lips tightly closed. It was obvious that she had no intention of confessing a single word.

If Gu Huaiwei had experience in torture, she would have discovered that Tang Wushuang had been mentally prepared for death the moment he was captured.

Her eyes were dead.

Gu Huaiwei was born in a peaceful era and has too little experience. She still needs training to understand the rules of survival in this cruel world.

While waiting, Gu Huaiwei's patience gradually ran out. She took out the black dagger from her sleeve and gently stroked the blade with her fingertips.

She tilted her head, her voice carrying a hint of coldness.

"Ms. Tang, for every five minutes of silence you maintain, I will chop off one of your fingers. After chopping off your fingers, I will proceed to chop off your toes. If the toes are not enough, I will start with the tendons of your hands and feet.

If you tell the truth, I'll let you go. Just cooperate a little, you don't want me to get too bloody."

Gu Huaiwei learned this line from a TV drama.

She kind of likes the feeling of being a bad guy.

Tang Wushuang remained silent, with no expression on his face.

Gu Huaiwei continued to persuade, her tone slow, "Actually, for workers, there's no need to harm their bodies for work. In this case, you're speaking out just to save your life. Your boss should understand this."

Still no response.

Tang Wushuang's expression was numb and she was unmoved.

Five minutes passed quickly.

Gu Huaiwei weighed the dagger in her palm. Although she looked calm, she still felt a psychological burden.

But the harsh words had already been said, and Gu Huaiwei had to overcome them.

There is no need to set too high a moral standard for someone who wants to harm you.

So, Gu Huaiwei walked forward, pulled Tang Wushuang's hand with a tough attitude, pressed it to the ground, and pointed the cold blade at her little finger.

She tilted her head, trying to find a trace of reassurance on Tang Wushuang's face: "If you don't tell me, I'm really going to do it."

Unfortunately, the result disappointed Gu Huaiwei.

Tang Wushuang sneered, with a hint of sarcasm: "Do you know how to distinguish people in our line of work?"

Gu Huaiwei paused as she took the knife, very humble and eager to learn: "How do you tell the difference?"

"Based on your feelings." Tang Wushuang's voice was flat. "You've never done anything like this before. You're a flower growing in a greenhouse. Even if you try to imitate the way people like us speak, you won't be able to grasp the essence of it."

Tang Wushuang has seen many people who say harsh words but are actually soft-hearted, and she thinks Gu Huaiwei is one of them.

Karl stood aside, saw Gu Huaiwei's hesitation, and took the initiative to speak: "Miss Gu, do you want us to do it for you?"

Hearing what Carl said, Tang Wushuang raised his chin contemptuously: "Yes, let the group of dogs following you help you." They are people who have emerged from the bloody storms and are extremely proud of their tempered hearts.

Lu Ziyi was watching from the side, a little lost in thought. She thought of the sunken hole on her brother's head and felt that it was unwise for Tang Wushuang to provoke her like this.

"No need, I can do it myself." Gu Huaiwei's eyes turned fierce and the dagger fell instantly.

The knife flashed, accompanied by Tang Wushuang's gasp.

"Don't judge people by their appearance, you will suffer." Gu Huaiwei threw the finger to the ground, "Can you speak now?"

"Don't even think about it." Tang Wushuang closed his eyes.

With the first cut, the rest becomes easy.

Not only did Tang Wushuang not say anything, he didn't even make a sound.

She gritted her teeth and endured it.

When Gu Huaiwei cut her third finger, her breathing quickened a little. The sticky feeling of blood splattered on her hand made her very uncomfortable.

Torture is different from combat.

When fighting, there is a sense of pleasure of being evenly matched and going back and forth.

Torture is suppressing a person who cannot resist, which Gu Huaiwei doesn't like very much.

"She won't tell if you do this."

"Then what should I do?" Gu Huaiwei shook the blood off her hands.

He Xueyi walked to Gu Huaiwei, pulled the knife out of her hand with a wet wipe, then put the knife on the table next to him, and took out another clean wet wipe to carefully wipe Gu Huaiwei's fingers.

"I'll wipe it myself." Gu Huaiwei was in a bad mood because she didn't get what she wanted.

"Let me do it." His movements were very careful, even wiping the blood from between Gu Huaiwei's fingers.

"It's not enough to just cause pain, you have to make her feel fear.

Torture is also an art. You don't have to do everything yourself. It's better to leave it to someone who is good at it."

Gu Huaiwei looked at her clean fingers and asked, "Can you do it? Teach me next time."

He Xueyi's golden eyes were as clear as the morning sun. His lips were slightly parted, and he accused Gu Huaiwei of misunderstanding with a hurt expression.

"I'm a peace-loving person. How could I do such a bloody thing? When you have the chance to visit my hometown in the future, I'll introduce you to someone who is good at doing this kind of thing."

"..." Gu Huaiwei glanced at Fang Weixing, who was almost out of breath with a tree growing out of his mouth, and felt that He Xueyi's words were not convincing.

Karl stroked the stubble on his chin and said, "Miss Gu, this man and woman are specially trained assassins from the Upper City. They have killed countless people and have long been indifferent to life and death. It's normal that you can't get anything out of them."

"Well, since we can't get the answer, just throw them out of the car." Gu Huaiwei no longer bothered about these things.

She is not the type to waste time on internal conflicts.

Shangcheng District cannot touch the Oasis Hotel at all. She only needs to get her sister's things and escape from this world. She doesn't need to worry about other things.

Fang Weixing died not long after, and the cleaning robot dragged him away.

The high-speed rail arrives at the Ridge Valley, which is a desolate place. The mountain that was originally a gold mine has been hollowed out, and only a few gold diggers are still wandering here.

The living environment is extremely harsh.

Gu Huaiwei left Lu Ziyi and Tang Wushuang here, destroyed their identity authentication system, and left them with only a gun with only one bullet in it.

Before leaving, Gu Huaiwei smiled and said to Lu Ziyi, "My dear, there's no such thing as a third time. You must cherish your life. I'm going to the upper city. If you hurry up and get up again, I'll look forward to our third meeting."

If there is a third failure, Gu Huaiwei will have had enough fun.

She will kill her.

The wind and sand blew Lu Ziyi's long hair. The radioactive frog that was stabbed to death by Gu Huaiwei lay at her feet. She looked at Gu Huaiwei expressionlessly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Continue to pester.

It’s better to stop in time.

Gu Huaiwei looks forward to Lu Ziyi bringing her new roles.

The high-speed train started moving, and Gu Huaiwei threw the gun out of the window.

In the barren desert, Lu Ziyi and Tang Wushuang began to fight for the gun.

There is no food in the Riftridge Valley, and the dead are the food for the living.

There was a gunshot behind me.

One person fell down.

Who got the gun? And who won?