She was wearing a dark green cheongsam, her hair was neatly tied up, her lips were blood red, and every step she took was extremely slow and graceful, as if she was not stepping into a cold dungeon but into an upper-class dance party.

Xie Yun stood up and nodded slightly to the visitor in the dark: "I'll keep the person for you, and the rest..." He glanced meaningfully at Zhao Qingshan, who looked ashen, "You can do whatever you want with him."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Liu Tingting stopped in front of Zhao Qingshan, looking down at him, her red lips curled up in a gentle smile: "Master Zhao."

"Bitch!" Zhao Qingshan suddenly jumped up, the iron chain clattered, and spit mixed with blood spurted out, "You, a vicious woman, should have been drowned in the Huangpu River long ago!"

He cursed with a hideous look on his face, and those obscene words echoed in the dank dungeon.

Liu Tingting just gently stroked her temples, without even her eyelashes trembling. She was just a piece of fish on the chopping board, she had endured all the insults for so long, and now she just wanted to give it all back to him.

Liu Tingting took out a dagger from her handbag. The blade shone coldly under the light. "I won't let you die." Her voice was as gentle as a lover's whisper. "Death is too easy for you."

She turned and looked at the soldier beside her.

The soldier understood and immediately stepped forward and held Zhao Qingshan's shoulder.

Liu Tingting leaned over and gently scratched Zhao Qingshan's cheek with the dagger, leaving a thin line of blood.

Zhao Qingshan's eyes bulged and he stared at Liu Tingting.

Blood flowed down Zhao Qingshan's neck and dyed his clothes red.

Liu Tingting's knife tip slowly moved down: "When you took me back to your bandit den, you should have expected this day to come!" Her voice was as soft as a dream, "If you hadn't threatened the lives of the troupe..."

"Bitch!" Zhao Qingshan screamed with a twisted face, veins popping out of his temples, "You're just a bitch that's been fucked by a thousand men!"

Liu Tingting admired Zhao Qingshan's helpless rage, his skin torn and flesh exposed, and the tip of the knife circled around his collarbone: "Go on, scold me. The more you scold me..." She lowered her wrist, and the dagger accurately cut off a small piece of flesh, "The happier I am."

"Do you know who was the one you ordered to beat to a bloody pulp that day?" Her voice was choked with sobs for the first time. "That was the man I loved! We were childhood sweethearts, and we would have never met if it weren't for your introduction!"

She suddenly laughed crazily, "You beast will probably never know what true love is, because you don't deserve it. You are destined to stay in this cold dungeon forever, barking like a dog."

Liu Tingting took two steps back, tidied her slightly messy hair, and regained her elegant and calm appearance. She raised her hand to signal, and a bucket of ice water was poured over her head.

Zhao Qingshan let out an inhuman howl, and his wounds contracted violently under the stimulation of the salt water.

Liu Tingting turned to the soldier standing by and told him, "Take good care of him. Don't let him die."

She glanced at the dying Zhao Qingshan and said, "There is a long time to come... We can slowly settle this account."

Finally, she turned and left on her high heels, and the sound of her footsteps gradually disappeared at the end of the dark corridor.