"Remember this, next time, order the slightly less desirable ones too, or I'll take away your dried fruit."

"You always use dried fruit to threaten the bunny, you jerk, hmph!"

Zuo Ling was overjoyed to find a strange stone among the stones she bought from a woman's shop in Pyu.

He patted the rabbit's head and gave it some instructions:

"How many of these stones do you have? Do you know how many you need?"

The waterfall got angry, turned its rabbit face away, and ignored you.

Quickly take out a handful of dried fruit and coax:

"Alright, alright, you stingy little thing, you still know how to get angry."

The waterfall wrinkled the rabbit's face, shrank its paws, and snorted. The rabbit was furious! Who was being petty here?

Having finished his business in Dianzhou, Zuo Ling planned to travel through Lingzhou and then from Yuezhou into Minzhou.

As she was about to leave the Zhao family's territory, Zuo Ling's eyes turned cold as she thought of Ding Jiaojiao.

He released Jin Qiangyu from the space. Jin Qiangyu was still dizzy and kicked him a few times.

Jin Qiangyu didn't wake up, so Zuo Ling kicked him a few more times.

Jin Qiangyu winced in pain, slowly woke up, and looked around in a daze.

Upon seeing Zuo Ling, he instinctively wanted to curse, but remembering the suffering he had endured, he swallowed his anger and turned away, pretending to be dead.

I finally understand; a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle.

Zuo Ling smiled and patted his cheek: "You're awake. Do you know where we are?"

Jin Qiangyu, seemingly unfazed, stubbornly retorted, "Kill me if you want, stop talking nonsense."

"Let me ask you something: where is the Zhao family's stronghold?"

"The Zhao family?"

Jin Qiangyu thought for a moment, then realized something was wrong and opened his eyes: "Is this Dianzhou?"

"It's Dianzhou, so where is the Zhao family's old stronghold?"

Jin Qiangyu's eyes gradually filled with fear. Instead of answering, he asked, "How many days have I been detained?"

Zuo Ling frowned and counted on her fingers: "It's been more than a month, hasn't it?"

"More than a month?" Jin Qiangyu's voice rose. He had been unconscious for more than a month.

Zuo Ling chuckled:

"Are you wondering how I evaded the Jin family's pursuit? And did anyone from the Jin family come to rescue you?"

Jin Qiangyu remained silent, but his expression showed that he really wanted to know.

"How I evaded the pursuit is my secret. As for the Kim family..."

His gaze swept over Jin Qiangyu's face twice before he slowly said, "I haven't seen him yet."

"Impossible! You...whose family are you anyway?"

Jin Qiangyu was very excited; there was no way his grandfather wouldn't send someone to rescue him.

The fact that Zuo Ling couldn't be saved shows that the forces behind her are very powerful, even the superhumans from the Jin family are no match for her.

"Believe it or not, alright, I've answered your question, now it's your turn."

Zuo Ling poked him with the stun gun, her face saying, "No answer, stun gun treatment."

Those who have never experienced being struck by high-voltage current cannot understand the tingling sensation that reaches the soul. Jin Qiangyu subconsciously shrank back.

Thinking of something, he relaxed, stared into Zuo Ling's eyes, and asked:

"My death is near, isn't it? You want my Jin family and the Zhao family to fight to the death so you can profit from it, isn't that right?"

Clever, you figured it out so quickly. No fun.

Zuo Ling didn't deny it: "That's right."

Knowing the outcome, Jin Qiangyu was no longer afraid:

"Who are you? What grudge do you have against the Zhao family?"

"What's the use of knowing so much when you're about to die?"

Zuo Ling had no interest in recounting past grievances to a dying man.

Jin Qiangyu turned his head to the side, closed his eyes, and all the strength in his body instantly dissipated: "That's right, since I'm going to die anyway, why should I tell you?"

Unable to get an answer from Jin Qiangyu, Zuo Ling didn't waste any more words, stunned him with electricity, and threw him into her spatial storage.

Release Jin Qiangjie and ask him the same questions again.

Jin Qiangjie continued his tearful act, as if he wanted to tell Zuo Ling every little detail about his family's three generations of urination latrines, but what Zuo Ling wanted to know was something he knew nothing about.

Zuo Ling was helpless; framing the Zhao family was no longer an option.