Xu Feng struggled desperately in pain. Song Qingmo released the hand that was holding his throat.

Seeing that it was difficult to insert the needle with one hand, and not bothering to pinch Xu Fengyi's throat, Song Qingmo quickly pinched Xu Fengyi's chin. With a force on his hand, he heard a snap, and Xu Fengyi's jaw was dislocated. "This is much more convenient now."

Xu Fengyi clutched his dislocated jaw in panic, trying to make a sound, but his jaw wouldn't listen. He couldn't make any sound, only a faint chuckle. He stared at Song Qingmo in disbelief. Why was this man so terrifying? He might be a bit cold and unruly, but not perverted. As Xu Fengyi looked at the man he'd been tantalizing for so long, he recalled the boy's overwhelming aura outside the exam hall that year. It wasn't just an illusion; he was actually even more ruthless.

Seeing Xu Feng's face full of disbelief and a look of shattered features, Song Qingmo said, "Why are you still looking at me with such a relaxed look? Am I not using enough force? Then I'll try somewhere else."

Song Qingmo spoke in a calm tone, as if he was talking about how nice the weather was today. This made Xu Feng shudder. He quickly shook his head, wanting to beg Song Qingmo to let him go. He wanted to say, "I'll let you go, but let me go."

Song Qingmo ignored Xu Fengyi's pleas for mercy, pretending he didn't see anything. He continued to insert the needle slowly and methodically. His movements were quite graceful. Slowly, he turned his gaze to Xu Fengyi's shaking head. He pointed at the back of Xu Fengyi's head and said, "You were the one who hit Mu Hengshi on the head, right?"

Song Qingmo said it was a question, but it would be better to say it was an affirmative sentence, because he saw it all. When Xu Feng heard this, he was confused for a moment, but then he thought of something and protected his head in fear, shaking it like a rattle.

Song Qingmo looked regretful as he took out many thinner and smaller needles and slowly approached Xu Fengyi. He ignored Xu Fengyi's frightened look as he quickly crawled back. "I originally wanted to let you go, but if you lie, I'm sorry, you know? The head has many nerves, so it will definitely hurt more if you prick it. Besides, your hair is quite thick. Even if the police come later, they won't notice any wounds on your head."

Song Qingmo plunged needles into Xu Fengyi's scalp. Xu Fengyi tried to crawl away, but Song Qingmo pinned him down. The pain was so intense that his limbs twisted, his eyes rolled back, and he nearly fainted. Song Qingmo pulled the needles out one by one, and there was no blood. Only upon closer inspection could one spot tiny red dots. Now Xu Fengyi's eyes rolled back, and he was foaming at the mouth, twitching on the ground like he had an epileptic seizure.

Song Qingmo pulled out his tissue, slowly wiped the needles clean, and put it back in his pocket. "I'll let you go now. I won't torture you any more. Come on, let's go to the alley to meet the police." Song Qingmo half-carried Xu Fengyi and slowly walked back. The police should be here soon. Song Qingmo returned to the place where he had met Wen Zhiling and found that the man in the shadows had disappeared.