Master Chen saw Anan seeking help, opened his mouth, but said nothing.
Chen Qianmo's wrist flicked, and a cold glint flashed in his hand as a segment of Anan's finger fell to the ground.
With ten fingers connected to the heart, Anan was in so much pain that his head was covered in cold sweat and his vision sparkled with stars as he groaned out loud.
But he did not speak.
It wasn't that he didn't want to speak... but because Master Chen had arranged for him to do this, he had his own selfish reasons, many of which went beyond Master Chen's orders.
If he spoke out, it would only hasten his death, not bring redemption.
The moment Anan realized this, he clenched his teeth so tightly that he was in so much pain he could not even finish his sentence. He said, "Eldest young master... even if you... if you kill me, I couldn't possibly know where the eldest young mistress has gone to. She took the money... and left..."