The worst outcome would be Su Yin's death.
Su Yin was also certain of one thing, these people wouldn't let her die, wouldn't let her die, so that was good!
When the long needle pierced Su Yin's skin, she only felt a sharp pain and dared not move at all.
"Listen to me clearly, I don't want the worst outcome, I want her alive. If she lives, you live; if she dies, you won't live either!"
A fierce voice suddenly rang out.
"Yes."
A trembling voice followed closely.
Then, several footsteps faded from near to far.
Su Yin waited a few minutes before she finally opened her eyes.
Before her sat a bald, thin, dark-skinned man about forty years old who, upon seeing her, was about to stand up and speak.
But Su Yin caught him, shook her head firmly.
The man quickly understood, gave Su Yin a suggestive glance, and after she let go of him, he went to close the door.