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The fine scars were as dense as a spider web, making it almost impossible to see any intact skin.

Even though Jiang Ning was mentally prepared, she still flinched at the sight.

She reached out to pull Mu Jian’s collar.

As expected, the areas hidden by his clothes were torn and bruised.

“Cover it up,” Jiang Yi said, fearing that his sister would be disgusted by the gore. He pulled up Mu Jian’s clothes.

Jiang Ning asked, “Are these just superficial wounds?”

“Does Seventh Sister think his injuries aren’t serious?”

“I just think that merely superficial wounds wouldn’t be enough to make Mu Jian talk.”

“Heh,” Jiang Yi laughed, “How could there be only superficial wounds when Sister Fu herself was holding the knife?”

“Sister Fu?”

Jiang Ning was startled.

Was it really that quiet, submissive, and clean woman she had just met?

Jiang Yi seemed to see her thoughts and laughed, “Don’t underestimate Sister Fu; she is not an ordinary person.”

Jiang Ning said, “You are so respectful to her; how could I dare to underestimate her? I just never thought that the interrogation expert Father mentioned would be her.”

“Who did you think it was?”

“I imagined a sinister and terrifying man.”

“Haha,” Jiang Yi laughed, “You could say that is stereotyping, right?”

“Yes,” Jiang Ning admitted with a hint of embarrassment.

Jiang Yi smiled, “Sister Fu was born into a family of coroners. Her father died early, leaving her as the only child, so her grandfather passed on all his skills to her. She used to work as a coroner when she was young, but later got married, had children, but they all died. People said she brought misfortune to her husband and child, so she had to leave her hometown. Father took her in while she was wandering, and she has been with us for almost thirty years.”

“I see.”

It was hard to imagine such a clean and educated woman with such a bumpy life, growing up among the dead.

“Why didn’t I see Sister Fu before?” asked Jiang Ning.

“She works at the Ministry of Justice, specifically in charge of interrogations. However, due to her seniority, she rarely does hands-on work anymore. This time, Father asked her to come back.”

Jiang Ning immediately showed great respect for Sister Fu.

Jiang Yi clicked his tongue, “Do you want to know what wound really made Mu Jian confess?”

“Where?” Jiang Ning was very interested.

In Li Hongyuan’s mouth, Mu Jian was an invulnerable man, and pain could not break him.

But in the end, Mu Jian still succumbed to the hands of a small, delicate woman.

Jiang Ning really wanted to know how Sister Fu did it.

Jiang Yi said, “Sister Fu, may I bother you to personally explain to Seventh Miss?”

Sister Fu, who had been waiting outside the door, immediately walked in. Her gentle eyes and soft voice said, “Seventh Miss, for men, physical pain isn’t that intimidating, but if they can no longer be a real man, that is enough to crush their will.”

Jiang Ning subconsciously glanced at Mu Jian.

“Sister Fu, did you turn Mu Jian into a eunuch?”

“Not entirely.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I castrated him.”

“Isn’t that a eunuch then?”

“With my precise knife skills, there is a chance to reattach it within a short period of time,” Sister Fu explained.

Jiang Ning opened her mouth and laughed, “Sister Fu, you’re amazing. So, did you reattach it?”

“No, I lied to him,” Sister Fu gently explained, “When I cut it off, I already fed it to a dog.”

Jiang Ning was silent for a moment, then said to Jiang Yi, “Brother, let’s just kill him now, shall we?”