"Do you recognize these people?" one of the n in black suits asked, showing her a picture on an iPad.
The image displayed the faces of several n. Even with their masks on, she recognized them instantly: Xiao Li, Feng Huang, Tian Tian, and Lu Long. The man who appeared slightly shorter than the others was undoubtedly Xiao Qiu.
However, Shenlian Yingyue’s expression remained unchanged; her mind was fiercely battling her instinctive reaction to the news that her "baby angels" had hard soone.
She firmly believed that her baby angels had their reasons for beating or even killing. She never questioned their decisions. If they had attacked these individuals, it ant those people were bad.
She never judged anyone based on their appearance or identity. But those who had kidnapped her seed oblivious to the fact that injecting needles into her and Xie Xie’s skin could cause them significant harm—especially if they were not cultivators.
"Should I answer this question?" Shenlian Yingyue stared into the eyes of the mafia boss. His black eyes held a gloomy, ruthless glint.
The mafia boss regarded her with indifference, as if she were an inconsequential insect. He simply waved his hand, and a group of n closed in around Shenlian Yingyue and Xie Xie.
Xie Xie narrowed his eyes, disliking the scent of the n who approached them.
"You refuse our hospitality? Then we’ll serve you the punishnt drink so you understand your place, you insignificant insect!" The henchn seed eager to vent their frustration on her for what Xiao Li and the others had done.
They brandished guns, knives, and other instrunts of torture, their thods exceedingly cruel.
"How about we cut off their fingers one by one and then soak their hands in alcohol?" one person proposed.
"I think we should slice open their stomachs, let them bleed until they’re on the brink of death, and then sew up their wounds with needles," one of a n in black suit suggested.
"Or we could toss them into the crocodile pit. The boss’s pets have been quite ravenous lately. Fresh human at might keep them well-behaved," another man chid in.
Their conversation was filled with laughter that dripped with malice.
Although Xie Xie was unfamiliar with the concept of alcohol here, he could tell at a glance that it was sothing nacing.
"Do you usually torture people in this way?" Shenlian Yingyue’s face was expressionless as she asked. Her pair of clear but indescribable eyes t the mafia boss’s gaze without flinching.
The surroundings suddenly fell silent. No one dared to speak; it had been a century since anyone had questioned their boss so fearlessly.
In this situation, shouldn’t this woman be trembling like a weak beast, crying and crawling to the boss’s feet to beg for rcy?
"Hahaaaha!" Instead of answering, the mafia boss rely laughed coldly. He seed amused that a ’weak woman’ like her would dare to challenge him and hold his gaze.
He waved his hand, and the n in black suits retreated, distancing themselves as far as possible from Shenlian Yingyue and Xie Xie, wary of offending their boss, whose mood was inscrutable.
"What’s your na?" the mafia boss in the expensive suit asked with interest, pulling black gloves from his pockets to wear.
Then he drew sothing sharp from his waist—a knife imbued with an air of malevolence.
This was not the scene where the timid female lead fearlessly confronts the powerful and terrifying mafia male lead who is about to torture her. The scenario should involve the male lead feeling intrigued by the female lead’s courage and choosing to spare her because she wasn’t afraid of him like everyone else.
But in this reality, the mafia boss chuckled in disdain and amusent, as if he had found a curious creature barking at him.
"You’re quite amusing, woman. When you first saw , you looked around ’warily’. I could see the ’fear’ in your eyes. And now, you look at calmly and even have the audacity to question . Do you know the consequences of eting my gaze?" The mafia boss laughed, discarding his cigarette.
The more his subordinates listened, the more their hearts raced. Whenever their boss laughed like this, it signaled that misery was about to ensue.
Sure enough, the mafia boss suddenly lunged forward, stabbing the sharp knife toward her left eye. It stopped just an inch from her pupil.
"What consequences?" Shenlian Yingyue didn’t flinch as the sharp knife hovered perilously close to her eye—only 0.1 centiters away from her pupil, yet she didn’t blink.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the room gasped in disbelief.
The mafia boss threw away his knife and drew a gun from his waist. This ti, he suddenly fired a bullet at her head. She didn’t flinch and remained motionless. The powerful bullet, infused with murderous intent, passed just half an inch from her head.
If she had flinched even slightly, she had no doubt that the bullet would have punctured her skull. Behind her, a small hole appeared in the wall, which then began to collapse.
Xie Xie and everyone in the small world except for Jun Mu Yang, who was knowledgeable about firearms, were stunned. What kind of powerful, magical weapon was this? How could it make the entire wall crumble?
"This gun is specially made. The bullets are crafted from sea prism stones from the deep ocean. A single bullet can cause a building to collapse due to its imnse shockwave." The mafia boss’s eyes lit up as he focused on this ’weak woman.’
Shenlian Yingyue glanced around and noticed that his subordinates were already sweating profusely. Only two n remained indifferent; she guessed they were the boss’s right-hand and left-hand n.
"You know," the mafia boss continued, "in the past, whenever I faced my most formidable opponents, I only needed a single bullet to scare them. And guess what? They were so frightened that their souls seed to leave their bodies, and they died of heart attacks." He placed a hand on her shoulder and laughed. "You are the first person who hasn’t been terrified to death."
"Maybe your bullet here is fake," she replied casually, glancing at the gun in his hand. Her response made everyone else avert their gazes, fearing the scene that might unfold.
Although they were accustod to a life of cruelty and worked for their boss, they still struggled to cope with his extre thods when he dealt with opponents directly.
The mafia boss’s smile faltered.
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