Interrogation in the Middle of the Night

Enraged, the mountain bandit stowed his knife and delivered a harsh slap to Fan Ruyin's face.

His hand was rough, calloused, and scarred. In his fury, he showed no mercy. The force of the blow sent half of Fan Ruyin's face recoiling, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her head throbbing.

Suppressing a scream, she clenched her teeth, groaning as if her molars had loosened. Clutching the blanket tightly, she struggled to sit up, her voice trembling. "W-What did you say?"

Her expression shifted drastically. "Could it be them?!"

"What are you talking about?" the man demanded. "Speak!"

Fan Ruyin's vision blurred, nearly fainting. Fear mingled with fury.

How foolish. Why hadn't she realized sooner?

Who else but those mysterious men near Bright Moon Villa? Why hadn't she made the connection earlier?

With trembling lips, she recounted the entire encounter to the bandit.