She walked over and looked down at the naked man lying on the floor, her eyes indifferent and icy, devoid of any emotion.
The man's fear intensified, and he couldn't help but scoot backward, "What... what are you going to do?"
Yun Ya's thin lips slightly curled up as she placed a hand on his chin and deftly dislocated it.
"Don't end up biting off your tongue in your suffering; wouldn't that be a waste of effort?"
"Turn him over for me."
Regardless of what Yun Ya said, Ning Zihuan complied.
The man was turned over, exposing his back.
A shade of blood slowly rose in Yun Ya's eyes.
The knife wound was shallow, not even a drop of blood seeped out, the man didn't feel pain, but rather a hint of coolness...
Is this enough? Far from enough...
Yan Song's frown deepened... What was Yun Ya doing...
Suddenly, the man let out a ghastly scream, his body starting to twist as Ning Zihuan ordered men to hold down his limbs.