Su Miaomiao gently ran her slender fingers across her acupuncture bag and pulled out the last needle.

Their gaze fell on the man lying motionless on the bed.

"You should consider yourself lucky, after all, I haven't used this trick in a long time." After Su Miaomiao finished speaking, she flicked her finger lightly, and the silver needle in her hand quickly flew into an acupoint on the man's neck.

The man, who had been lying like a dead fish, suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had suffered some intense pain, and curled up into a ball.

"Don't rush, this is just the beginning." Su Miaomiao pulled out several more silver needles in succession.

They pierced the man's limbs, heart, and head respectively.

The man's body was immediately paralyzed, but his mind was exceptionally clear. His lips trembled incessantly, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"You're quite patient. Most people would have begged for mercy by now. It seems you've had some professional training." Su Miaomiao's voice was casual, even a little leisurely.

Both the man on the cot and Zeng Liren beside him felt their hearts tremble.

Su Miaomiao then pulled out another silver needle and pierced it directly into the man's temple.

"Ah!" The man finally couldn't help but let out a painful howl.

"Tsk, I thought you could hold out a little longer, but I didn't expect you to give in so easily. It seems your training isn't professional enough." Su Miaomiao shook her head with some regret.

Zeng Liren's gaze involuntarily fell on Su Miaomiao. Why did Su Miaomiao seem to be more skilled at killing than at saving lives?

“You can ask now.” Zeng Liren was still lost in thought when Su Miaomiao turned her head to look at him.

"Oh, okay." Zeng Liren immediately came to his senses and quickly stepped forward.

"Who is your supplier?!" This was the first piece of information Zeng Liren needed to know.

The man opened his mouth and let out an extremely unpleasant sob.

"Tell me quickly, who is your supplier?" Zeng Liren asked again.

Su Miaomiao didn't want to waste any more time, since Zeng Liren had already said that there was no need to worry about his life or death.

With a slight movement of her slender fingers, a silver needle pierced the other person's temple.

"Ah!" The man's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and blood slowly flowed from all five orifices.

"Don't make us ask a third time. If you tell the truth, I can give you a quick death. If you continue to resist, I can make you... live to be a hundred." When Su Miaomiao said the last four words, her eyes were full of coldness.

The man felt a tightness in his chest; living to be a hundred years old was now a curse to him.

He now only wished he could die immediately; this kind of pain was something he had never imagined before.

“My upstream supplier… is called…” the man finally spoke.

Zeng Liren then continued his questioning.

Men will answer any question.

After he had asked for all the information, he looked at Su Miaomiao.

"That's fine."

Su Miaomiao then removed the silver needle from his head, and the man, who had been perfectly conscious, instantly lost consciousness.

"Is he... dead?" Zeng Liren asked in shock.

"Not yet, but his body won't last much longer," Su Miaomiao said softly.