A group of six people entered in a grand procession, with Li Jing following at the very back.

They came in and immediately knelt down, kowtowing and apologizing.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qin!"

Only Li Jing knelt there, biting her lip and looking aggrieved, without kowtowing.

Qin Shisheng frowned, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

"Tell me? Who exactly told you about her whereabouts?" His tone was as cold as ice, and that chilling voice instilled fear in everyone.

They remained kneeling on the ground, kowtowing incessantly, the dull thuds of their foreheads hitting the ground echoing repeatedly, but none of them dared to utter a single word in response.

"Master Qin is asking you questions. Have you all become mute?" Li Delong, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but shout in a low voice.

Finally, after a long silence, one of them raised his head, looking extremely embarrassed, and said, "We...we really don't know! This information was given to me by Miss!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Shisheng abruptly turned his head and glared fiercely at Li Jing.

His eyes widened in fury, and he roared through gritted teeth, "Who told you? Tell me!"

However, faced with such sharp questioning and fierce gaze, Li Jing simply lowered her head, her body trembling slightly, and dared not answer at all.

Just then, Qin Shisheng waved lightly towards the door with a blank expression.

Immediately afterwards, two burly, muscular men strode in.

Without saying a word, they stepped forward and began tearing at Li Jing's clothes.

Li Jing was terrified and struggled desperately to resist.

But her strength was ultimately too weak, and one of the burly men showed no mercy, raising his hand and delivering two resounding slaps to her face. The crisp, piercing sound of the slaps echoed throughout the room.

After being hit, Li Jing felt dizzy and blood immediately spilled from the corner of her mouth, flowing down her chin.