“Yun Ting, Fei’er, what exactly are you two doing?”
Jin Xiuwen emerged, with Han Fei’er collapsed on the corridor, the wound on her left calf bleeding incessantly. Seeing Wan Yun Ting approaching her with a fruit knife…
She immediately turned to Jin Xiuwen, crying pitifully, “Xiuwen, he was trying to rape me just now, and when I refused, he wanted to kill me. Please save me…”
Her words amused Wan Yun Ting. He didn’t stop, continuing to approach Han Fei’er, “Do you think he would believe your nonsense… Ah!”
As a result, Jin Xiuwen from behind casually picked up a decorative vase from the TV cabinet and struck Wan Yun Ting on the back of the head. Wan Yun Ting held his head, turning to look at him in disbelief…
“Brother, calm down.”
Seeing Wan Yun Ting’s furious expression, Jin Xiuwen, frightened, quickly dropped the vase and tried to persuade him, “I… I know you haven’t been with a woman for so long in prison, but Fei’er is my girl. It’s not good to just snatch her like this…”
“Damn it, what are you talking about…” Wan Yun Ting cursed in anger.
“Yes, yes, yes, I know you’re unhappy seeing me bring girls over for fun. How about this, I’ll call a couple of other girls for you now, alright?” Jin Xiuwen stood in front of Wan Yun Ting, thinking he had lost his mind and was attacking Han Fei’er.
Meanwhile, Han Fei’er seized the opportunity to get up. She endured the pain in her calf, turned, and limped quickly towards the stairs…
“Stop!”
Seeing her run, Wan Yun Ting glared, pushed Jin Xiuwen aside, and unhesitatingly threw the fruit knife again. With a thud, Han Fei’er, with the fruit knife now in her right calf, rolled down the stairs.
Wan Yun Ting immediately chased after her, grabbed her long hair, pulled out the fruit knife stuck in her right calf, and snarled, “Run again, I’ll see what happens!”
Han Fei’er glared at him venomously, knowing she had been careless and underestimated him this time.
“Yun Ting, how did Fei’er offend you?”
Jin Xiuwen was furious. As the saying goes, one should not covet a friend’s wife, but now seeing Wan Yun Ting dragging Han Fei’er by her hair, pulling her up from the stairs with her fair legs bleeding profusely, Jin Xiuwen felt heartbroken. “If you continue like this, don’t blame me for turning against you.”
Wan Yun Ting rolled his eyes speechlessly, dragged Han Fei’er back, threw her heavily onto the living room floor, and then tore a power cord from a nearby speaker, binding her hands behind her back.
Wan Yun Ting stood up and looked at the angry Jin Xiuwen, “Do you know who she is?”
“You must give me an explanation tonight!”
“Fine, you want an explanation, right?”
With that, Wan Yun Ting went forward and grabbed Han Fei’er’s pants. Jin Xiuwen became even more enraged, “What are you doing, Yun Ting, you’ve gone too far…”
But then, as he pulled down Han Fei’er’s pants, Jin Xiuwen froze, his expression turning green with disbelief as he looked at Han Fei’er, “You, you’re a shemale!”
Wan Yun Ting rolled his eyes and sneered, “I thought you liked shemales.”
At this moment, Jin Xiuwen trembled with anger, his face flushing and then turning green, utterly mortified. Recalling his intimate moments with Han Fei’er earlier, he felt sick to his stomach and immediately ran to the bathroom to vomit…
“Director Pang, are you asleep?”
Wan Yun Ting returned to his room, took out his phone, and called Pang Yuan directly.
Director Pang, who was preparing to sleep at home, answered his call, puzzled, “About to sleep? What’s up, Xiao Wan? Why are you calling at this hour?”
“Someone is trying to kill me!”
Wan Yun Ting glanced sideways. Fei’er, sitting in the living room, her legs were still bleeding profusely…
“What!”
His words startled Pang Yuan, who jumped out of bed. His wife, sleeping beside him, also looked astonished.
“I’ve already caught the person. Could you send two officers over to my place and bring him back to the police station for investigation?”
“Alright, alright, I’ll be right there…”
Pang Yuan hung up and hurriedly got out of bed to get dressed, intending to go over himself to see what was going on.
“Damn it, she’s a shemale, how disgusting,” Jin Xiuwen, having just finished vomiting, looked at Fei’er and was filled with anger.
“Enough, she came for me!”
Wan Yun Ting glanced at him and took out a cigarette from the table, placing it in his mouth. Jin Xiuwen was stunned, “What do you mean?”
Wan Yun Ting took a drag, slowly exhaled the smoke, waved his hand at Jin Xiuwen, then crouched in front of Han Fei’er, smiling, “Now you can honestly tell me who sent you to kill me!”
Han Fei’er’s attitude remained defiant, “There’s nothing to say. If you have the guts, kill me now!”
Wan Yun Ting chuckled, “If that’s the case, then I won’t be polite. Xiuwen, go to my room, open the drawer on the desk, and get me that set of silver needles.”
“Okay.”
Jin Xiuwen, returning to his senses, went back to his room and quickly got a set of silver needles for Wan Yun Ting. He wanted to ask something but was stopped by him, “Don’t ask, you’ll know when you see.”
Wan Yun Ting then opened the silver needles and placed them on the ground. Han Fei’er looked at the various sizes and lengths of silver needles, her heart trembling, “What do you want to do?”
“Heh heh, you’re so tough-mouthed, let’s see how long you can stay tough!”
Wan Yun Ting’s lips curved into a sinister smile. He picked up a ten-inch long silver needle with four fingers and inserted it into an acupuncture point on her neck.
Instantly, Han Fei’er shuddered, her hair stood on end, and her scalp tingled. She felt a chill spread throughout her body from her neck.
But then Wan Yun Ting picked up another ten-inch silver needle and inserted it into the back of her neck, leaving Jin Xiuwen wondering what he was doing.
“Ah…”
As the third silver needle landed on the Tianzhu acupoint at the back of Han Fei’er’s neck, she let out a pig-like scream. Her body trembled violently, and an indescribable pain emanated from her heart. She felt as if a hundred thousand ants were biting her flesh, causing her to writhe on the ground and roar in agony, “It hurts so much, what did you do to me…?”
“Just sealed a few of your acupoints.”
Wan Yun Ting stood up, a faint smile on his lips, “This is just the beginning. Later, you’ll feel pain in every part of your body, making you wish you were dead.”
“Scoundrel…”
Han Fei’er’s face contorted, and she roared, “I will definitely kill you, kill you… Ah……”
“Kill me, you probably won’t get another chance.”
Wan Yun Ting sneered and sat down on the sofa, continuing to smoke the unfinished cigarette from the ashtray.
Jin Xiuwen, standing beside him, watched Han Fei’er roll on the ground and scream in pain, his heart trembling. He said nervously, “Brother, what did you do to her? You’re not going to kill her, are you?”
“No, just torturing her a bit to find out who sent her to kill me!” Wan Yun Ting waved his hand, smoking and smiling.
“You, are you sure she came to kill you?”
Jin Xiuwen was shocked. He finally understood what was going on.
Exhaling a puff of smoke, Wan Yun Ting raised an eyebrow and murmured, “Perhaps, it has something to do with that Young Master Leng!”
“Ah…”
Ten minutes later, Han Fei’er’s body was flushed and trembling, writhing on the ground. Coupled with the continuous bleeding from the wounds on her legs, the floor was stained with blood. Her tragic screams were brutal, and she roared in pain, “Scoundrel, kill me, kill me quickly…”
Wan Yun Ting finished his cigarette, extinguished it in the ashtray, and then picked up an apple, weighing it in his hand. “As long as you tell me who hired you, I’ll naturally relieve your pain.”
Han Fei’er was covered in sweat. She was experiencing pain unlike anything she had ever known in her life, a pain that could make one wish for death. She kept banging her forehead against the floor, trying to commit suicide, but Wan Yun Ting had sealed her movement acupoints. Therefore, she could only lie on the ground, feeling as if hundreds of thousands of ants were biting her flesh, making her extremely uncomfortable.
“I don’t know…”
Unable to bear it, she finally spoke, “I was sent by the organization. I don’t know who the employer is, I really don’t know…”
Wan Yun Ting raised an eyebrow, “So, you’re an assassin?”
“Yes, I’m an assassin from Southeast Asia,” Fei’er answered painfully.
“Southeast Asia!”
Hearing that she was a Southeast Asian assassin, Wan Yun Ting’s eyes darkened. It seemed his guess was more or less correct – Young Master Leng wanted him dead!
This reminded him of the anonymous call he had received earlier, saying that Wan Yun Ting would soon know who he was.
“Young Master Leng, I look forward to you sending someone more formidable to kill me next time!”
Wan Yun Ting’s eyes were sharp, a cold smile playing on his lips as he took a large bite of the apple and chewed…