"Is he dead?" Zhu Shun Yao asked, still looking around nervously.
Zhu Yanyi smiled lightly. She knew exactly how much force she had used. "She’s not dead. She’s pretending."
She handed Zhu Zhi Bin to Zhu Shun Yao, then walked over and kicked the man on the ground twice. "Don’t you know I study medicine? The worst thing to do in front of a doctor is pretend to be dead. When you do that, my hands get itchy. When my hands get itchy, I have to act. Sister, go to the next compartment and get my medical kit."
"I’ll get it for you." Cheng Chen smiled happily, bringing the medical kit over and handing it to Zhu Yanyi.
Zhu Yanyi opened the kit and took out several iron needles. "I’ve been fond of using gold needles lately. I haven’t used these iron needles for ages. But looking at a scum like you, gold needles are too good for you. So, I’ll reluctantly use my iron needles."
If the iron needles had spirits, they might say: Why am I so innocent? Being used to prick scum.
Zhu Yanyi didn’t care about that. She drove a needle straight down. The man on the ground screamed in pain and sat up instinctively. Only after sitting up did she realize she had been tricked. She glared at Zhu Yanyi with murderous intent.
Zhu Yanyi smiled, her attitude exceptionally gentle. "Uncle, you haven’t answered me yet. Why did you come to our compartment?"
"I… I took the wrong turn," the man lied.
"Oh, you took the wrong turn. You took it so wrong that you had to blow a tube of medicine as a preliminary gift. Not bad, really. It seems you’ve visited every compartment in this carriage."
At this moment, the train police officer also noticed. With such a big commotion here, there was no sound from the other compartments. They must have all been drugged. He felt a surge of anxiety. "Little girl, I’ll go find the train conductor. Can you keep an eye on this person? Or you can help me call the conductor."
"I’ll go call him," Cheng Bao Kun said.
The police officer nodded, told Cheng Bao Kun which carriage the conductor was in, and Cheng Bao Kun hurried off.
Zhu Yanyi looked at the man. "I am very gentle." A gentle kick could send a person flying. "I never hurt people." I only use iron needles on people. "I am very easy to talk to." Just look at her attitude; she’s no good guy. "As long as you tell the truth." Then you’ll be tricked by me.
For every sentence Zhu Yanyi said, the people present silently thought a counter-thought. It wasn’t their fault; it was just a subconscious reaction.
The man turned her head away, deciding not to speak. Zhu Yanyi sighed. "I’ve really said all the nice words, but you remain stubborn. Fine, since you are so stubborn, I’m sorry."
As the word "sorry" fell, Zhu Yanyi drove another iron needle into the man’s body.
The man instantly felt as if ants were biting all over his body. At first, it seemed like they were only biting the surface, but then they bit into his internal organs. He tried to endure it, but finally couldn’t hold back. "I’ll talk… I’ll talk… Stop torturing me!"
The train conductor arrived with Cheng Bao Kun. Seeing that the situation was still under control, the police officer stepped forward and explained the situation to the conductor. The conductor called a doctor on the train to check the other soft sleeper passengers. Sure enough, they were all drugged, but fortunately, there was no danger to their lives.
Just as he was thinking about how to handle the matter, he heard screams coming from Zhu Shun Yao’s soft sleeper compartment. He thought something had gone wrong. But when he looked, he saw that everyone was fine. The man on the ground looked physically intact on the surface, but his face was pale, and cold sweat was beading on his forehead. The conductor guessed he was enduring immense pain.