Yu Jiao picked up the teacup and drank tea while saying, "I didn't send the person to the government because I wanted to see who wanted to kill me."

Do you really think she is a Buddha made of clay when you bully her? Yu Jiao asked herself that since she came to Taiyan, she had acted in a way that was not humiliating to the world and had no such deep hatred with anyone.

Putting the teacup heavily on the table, Yu Jiao got up and went to the yard.

The weather has become increasingly cold in winter, and even the sunlight shining on my body cannot dispel the chill in my heart.

Her eyes swept across the people who were tied up like dumplings, and Yu Jiao's fair face was cold. Her eyes were fixed on the woman in the green jacket. Yu Jiao had never seen this woman's face before. Judging from her hair and appearance, she looked like a servant of a wealthy family.

"Who is behind you harming me?" Yu Jiao said coldly, "If you tell me now, I will let you suffer less. If you want to take the blame for your master, I have my own way to make you live a life worse than death!"

The woman knelt on the ground, not even looking at Yu Jiao. Her face was numb, as if she had made up her mind not to speak no matter what Yu Jiao asked.

A fierce look flashed across Yu Jiao's face, and she said to the tall and imposing man beside her, "Please pry open her mouth."

Mu Yun nodded and strode towards the woman kneeling on the ground.

He had been ordered to protect Yu Jiao in secret. After he showed up yesterday to save Yu Jiao, he reported his identity and no longer hid his whereabouts.

Mu Yun drew out the long sword from his waist, and a few cold lights flashed. The woman on the ground had several soft muscles pierced. She screamed in pain, her face was pale, and her eyes were full of pain.

Yu Jiao looked at the cold sweat on her forehead and was not moved at all.

Debbie bit her lower lip tightly. Although the pain was almost unbearable, she dared not give Yang Jiyan away. Her elder sister Chunhong was still with the young lady. She had not been able to complete what the young lady asked her to do. As early as when she was caught, she had thought about her own fate and only wanted to die to save Chunhong.

Debbie's eyes revealed her determination to face death head-on, and Mu Yun could see it. It would not be so easy to die at her hands.

Mu Yun grabbed Dai Bi's wrist and put the cold sword blade against Dai Bi's middle finger.

Debbie trembled all over and subconsciously tried to take her hand back, but she was no match for Mu Yun's strength.

The sword blade slowly rubbed against Debbie's middle finger, the sharp edge cut through the skin and cut towards the finger bone little by little.

Debbie let out a scream, and blood flowed down her middle finger and dripped everywhere. Debbie's hands trembled uncontrollably, shaking like a sieve.

There was no expression on Mu Yun's face, and the torturous movements of his hands continued. He increased his strength, and a finger bone was cut off and rolled to the ground. Then the sword blade hit another finger of Debbie.

Yu Fuling had just packed up her utensils when she saw this scene. She was so frightened that she covered her eyes with her hands and dared not watch any further.

She glanced at Yu Jiao quietly, and seeing that Yu Jiao looked normal, she couldn't help but whispered, "It's too bloody, Yu Jiao, aren't you afraid?"

Yu Jiao shook her head. She had seen bloodier scenes during operations. Although Mu Yun's methods were a bit cruel, there is a saying that goes, being kind to the enemy is being cruel to yourself.

These people have it all their own way.

Debbie almost fainted from the pain. She could no longer endure such inhuman torture. It was like a knife was hanging over her head, but she didn't know when it would fall.

She uttered a weak trembling voice, "I...I said...it's our young lady."