“Your family has given you unprecedented warmth, so you are very loyal to your family. Now I’m sorry, I have to break this warmth.”
The terror on the person's face seemed to Qi Jiu to be a beautiful painting.
This wasn't the first time she'd done something like this.
"What did you do! What on earth did you do! Ahhh!"
Seeing Qi Jiu smile at him, a smile that was eerie, his heart seemed to stop for a few seconds. He, who was usually unyielding and fearless, began to panic.
His chapped, bleeding lips trembled incessantly.
"Please, please don't touch them! Your target is me. You can do whatever you want to me, just don't touch them! Please..."
His reaction seemed to be exactly what Qi Jiu had expected; the curve of his lips widened, and the coldness in his eyes intensified.
It was as if they were looking at some inanimate object.
"How can I do nothing after taking their money?"
"How much? I'll give it to you, I'll give you double! Please don't touch them..."
Henglie's face was pleading; if it weren't for the chains binding him, he would have knelt before Qi Jiu at any moment. Right now, he could only swing the chains back and forth.
Tallinn watched everything unfold before him with obvious enjoyment, tilting his head back to down a glass of red wine in one gulp.
When it comes to tormenting people, he really can't compare to Xiao Qiqi. Looks like he needs to learn from her; it might come in handy later.
As he spoke, he produced a small notebook from somewhere.
The subordinate who saw everything: "..."
"Money? Do you think I'm short of money? I'm just cleaning up the garbage for society by doing this."
Qi Jiu looked at him, her eyes filled with unreadable emotions. "Bring him in."
As soon as the words were spoken, a woman and a boy were forced in. The woman was like a frightened mouse, squeaking and screaming. Her makeup was ruined and she was filthy.
The boy next to him was the same; his hair was messy like a chicken coop, and his whole body was covered in mud.
The difference is that he has an unruly and arrogant temperament, and the way he looks at the girl seems like he's about to pounce on her and kill her at any moment.
But ultimately, it was of no use.
"Sister Qi."
After returning, Lin Yan seemed to have let loose, a cigarette dangling from his lips, puffs of smoke billowing from his mouth. He held the boy down with a flourish.
"No! Number 7, no! I beg you, you can do whatever you want to me, hit me, torture me, just don't touch them, okay?"
Henglie's face was full of pleading, but the girl acted as if she didn't see it and turned to look at Lin Yan.
"We've already arrested them, we can't just go through the motions like this, can we? Let's leave something behind."
Upon hearing this, Talin, watching the girl's retreating figure, looked on with excitement in his eyes, and Lin Yan understood immediately.
He pulled a dagger from his waist, grabbed the woman's hand, and as the dagger fell, her fingers were severed.
As blood flowed out, the woman's face turned deathly pale. "Ahhhhh!"
"mom!"
A piercing scream echoed throughout the dungeon. Lin Yan, noticing the girl's gaze, raised his hand and knocked her unconscious.
Henglie stared at the severed finger, his cheeks trembling violently, his teeth clenched, as if some great emotion was about to erupt.
"No! No! Number 7! You're insane! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"
Qi Jiu smiled as she watched his change. "Can't handle it already? Well then, you'd better watch carefully from here on out."
She glanced back at Lin Yan without saying a word. Lin Yan, as if he could read her mind, grabbed the hand of the boy next to him again.
The boy seemed to want to resist, but he was being held down, and no matter how much strength he had, it seemed to be useless.
"Let me go! You filthy bitch, let me go if you dare! Let me go!!"
The boy's shouts were loud, and not a single word of them was pleasant, but Qi Jiu wasn't angry at all. On the contrary, the corners of her mouth curved into a deeper smile.
Go ahead and curse, but you won't be able to curse for long.
Tarlin, however, after sitting for so long, suddenly stood up from his chair, radiating a low-pressure aura. He snatched the dagger from Lin Yan's hand and, without the slightest hesitation, brought it down.
As bright red blood flowed out, the boy's screams began to ring out.
"Aaaaaah!"
"You're not that old, but you have a foul mouth. How dare you insult Xiao Qiqi?"
Seeing that Talin's anger had not subsided, Qi Jiu did not say anything, letting him cut off the fingers of the boy's other hand without any hesitation.
On this side, Henglie was already dumbfounded. He had tried to shout, and even fantasized about breaking the chains binding his hands, but all his efforts were in vain.
By the time he came to his senses, his wife and son had already been taken away.
If it weren't for the bloodstains and severed fingers left on the ground, he would have thought the horrific scene was a hallucination.
Henglie's eyes instantly welled up with tears as he looked at the manicured nails still on his wife's severed finger.
"Why! Ahhh! Number 7! Why! Why did you do this to my family! You've ruined my family! Why!!"
He kept roaring, which made the girl unable to resist picking at her ear with her little finger.
“I told you, clean up the garbage in society. You should know your wife and son’s character better than I do.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Henglie seemed to remember something, and his already pale face turned even more ashen. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't.
"You see, you know your wife is good to you, but that can't hide the fact that she's a mistress."
As she spoke, Qi Jiu raised her hand and unlocked the chain on one of his hands, grabbed his scarred hand, and reached for the dagger at her waist.
He drew his knife with practiced ease.
"Your wife didn't seem to have done anything too outrageous, did she? You two had no relationship after the divorce, but the mistress couldn't stand it and deliberately had a car run over and killed your wife. Tell me, isn't she trash?"
At this point, Qi Jiu sneered, raised her hand, and with a swift motion, severed the little finger of her right hand.
"Ughhhhh!"
Henglie tried to pull his hand away forcefully, but Lin Yan held it down as soon as he made the move.
Blood was still flowing, but no one cared.
Qi Jiu is still continuing.
"Your son, just turned 18, has ruined countless girls. No one he sets his sights on is spared. He even brings his so-called good brothers along! Those girls' lives are ruined."
The girl looked up. "Do you know how many people your son has ruined? Tell me, isn't he trash?"
She pinched Henglie's ring finger, the dagger in her hand gleaming coldly.
In just a few minutes, both hands and all ten fingers fell to the ground like trash.
The blood added depth to the floor, and the stench of blood intensified.
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