"Heh heh heh. You must be kidding!" Han Ming sneered.
Ning Zhuo's voice grew cold: "If you don't want to cooperate, I'll have to force you."
As he spoke, Ning Zhuo pulled out a set of tools from his chest.
It was a series of mechanical needles of varying lengths and thicknesses.
"What are you going to do to me?!" Seeing the youthful guest approaching step by step, Han Ming panicked.
Ning Zhuo said softly, "Bear with it, some of these mechanical needles are rather thick, and it might hurt a bit."
Dozens of small mechanical dolls, each carrying a few mechanical needles, climbed up Han Ming's body.
"You old scoundrel, just kill me... Ah!"
Han Ming's body convulsed, and she screamed horribly. The chilling sound echoed through the cell.
A moment later, numerous mechanical needles were distributed all over her body, at various joints, vital points, and even on both the front and back of her skull.
