She got out of the car, and during my moment of distraction, it seemed she answered someone's phone call.
In the remote little town, she wore long boots, making a noise on the cement road.
After winding through a few alleys, she arrived in front of an inconspicuous house.
At the door stood a man in black, whose height of six feet three inches seemed to shrink when he saw her.
"Sister Sarah, we found him.
We don’t care how you deal with him, but please don’t make too much noise."
With a blank expression, she walked inside.
In the dim light, a human-shaped sack was writhing violently.
She sat down on a chair and lit a cigarette.
Amidst the swirling smoke, the sack opened up to reveal a face that I would never forget even in death.
It was him—the beast who had knocked me out, taken me to northern Myanmar, and let me be tortured to death.
In an instant, my heart burned with vengeance, desperately wanting to kill him.
But I was dead; my body could only pass through him and do nothing.
Yet his screams of agony still echoed.
Sarah stubbed her cigarette butt into his face, the smell of burnt flesh mingling with blood wafting toward me.
His panicked eyes instantly turned to pain as he curled up and tried to retreat.
"Help... help me!"
Sarah laughed gleefully.
"Life? It’s the most fragile and worthless thing.
A few days ago, did you kidnap a girl? The one with a tear mole in the corner of her eye? Which park did you send her to?"
The man probably hadn’t grasped Qin Za's methods yet.
Or perhaps he looked down on this seemingly young girl before him.
He awkwardly shook his head: "I... I don’t know! You must have the wrong person!"
Sarah raised an eyebrow and directly took out a dagger, slicing down from his cheek until the flesh rolled over, the blade pressing against his throat.
Excitedly licking her lips, Sarah said, "Killing you directly is boring; how about skinning you alive?
Those underground forces are quite skilled at this; coincidentally, I’ve learned it too.
Starting from your scalp and then filling you with mercury..."
Sarah spoke slowly.
The man looked at her in despair as his lower body trembled, releasing a foul-smelling liquid.
"Please, let me go! I have an old family at home; if I die, they won’t survive either!"
Sarah clapped her hands.
"Thank you for reminding me; so you do have an old family! Don’t worry; you’ll see them soon."
With threats and violence combined, her methods were endless.
Finally, he couldn’t hold on any longer.
"I’ll tell you! She’s in K Park! Please let me go!"
Sarah wiped the sharp knife with a gentle smile on her face.
"Did you let her go?"
The man cried, his snot and tears mixing together.
Sarah thought for a moment: "But I promised my sister not to get my hands dirty."
"So, tie him to a stone and throw him into the river."