Zhang Juan harbored a deep hatred towards Su Guohua and Lin Xiaozhu. Even in her moment of hesitation, the sharp knife had already sliced down.
A horrendous scream escaped Zhang Juan's lips, echoing hauntingly in the dim basement.
Su Jingyu looked at the severed finger that had been sliced off, a bloody mess rolling on the floor, her face turning an even paler shade.
"Mother, please tell them where Ningyan was sent to!"
"Old hag, if you don't speak now, do you want all of us to die here today?"
Ah Long, pressing down on Zhang Juan's finger, knew well. Having spent so much time with Zhuo Junyue, he knew that the Master had no intention of letting their family go.
"I suppose you don't want this finger anymore."
As Ah Long prepared to chop off a second finger, Zhang Juan nearly fainted from the excruciating pain.
"I'll talk, I'll talk! Just don't cut any more!"
Ah Long released her hand and forcefully shoved his foot onto her chest, demanding, "Speak!"
