Return of the Pearl

An Yi took in the hesitation and struggle in their eyes. He understood clearly that he had to put even greater pressure on them. So, he slowly raised his arm, and his finger, like a cold steel needle, slowly stretched out and pointed at one of them.

The movement was slow and firm, and every subtle movement carried an unquestionable power. His fingers moved slowly in the air, as if silently judging something, giving people an invisible sense of oppression. Wherever the fingers pointed, it seemed like the judgment of fate, making people feel an inexplicable fear and despair.

Immediately afterwards, An Yi's men rushed forward like a group of ferocious hungry wolves, and pinned the man down like a hurricane. The man struggled desperately in their restraints, using all his strength to try to break free from the restraints. His body twisted violently, like a trapped beast making its last struggle.

However, everything was in vain. His resistance seemed so insignificant in the face of such a powerful force. He was unable to break free from this firm bondage and could only be suppressed helplessly.

An Yi had a hideous smile on his face, a smile as terrifying as that of a devil. He walked towards the man step by step, each step was cold and cruel. There was a cruel light flashing in his eyes, and that light was burning like the fire of hell, as if to devour everything. He was like a devil walking out of the dark hell, carrying endless horror and evil.

An Yi suddenly stretched out his eagle-claw-like hand and grabbed the man's hair fiercely. The force was so great that it seemed as if he was going to tear his scalp off. He lifted the man's head up and forced him to look up at his hideous face.

The man's face was instantly filled with pain and fear. His distorted face made people feel pity. His tears kept spinning in his eyes, rolling down like beads with broken strings. His heart was filled with despair, a despair that was a deep intertwined feeling of powerlessness and fear. He knew clearly that he was about to face unimaginable torture, a kind of pain that made one's soul tremble.

An Yi's other hand quickly picked up an extremely sharp dagger. The dagger flashed with cold light, like the scythe of the god of death. He slashed it across the man's body wantonly, and each stroke was cold and cruel.

Wherever the dagger passed, the skin instantly burst open, and blood spurted out like a fountain, forming shocking blood flowers in the air. The shrill sound was like the wail of hell, which made people shudder.

An Yi raised the corners of his mouth high, revealing a cruel smile that was as hideous and terrifying as a demon. He swung his dagger and said in an icy voice, "Go ahead, tell me everything you know. Otherwise, you will suffer even more than you do now. All you've endured is just the beginning..."

The other man's face instantly turned ashen and bloodless. He was terrified. His body trembled violently and uncontrollably, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

His heart was filled with endless fear. He didn't dare to imagine the cruel torture his companions were suffering. The bloody scenes kept appearing in his mind, making his soul tremble.

He also fell into deep confusion and struggle, not knowing what to choose. Should he sacrifice himself for his family and endure endless pain? Or should he betray his family for himself and bear the condemnation of his conscience? Both choices made him feel extremely scared and desperate. He felt like he was in a dark abyss and could not find a way out.

In that gloomy and depressing atmosphere, An Yi's eyes revealed a hint of coldness and cruelty. He deliberately increased the strength of his hands and ruthlessly killed one of them with extremely cruel means.

The man's death was extremely tragic, which made people shudder. His body was twisted and his face became hideous due to extreme pain. Blood kept flowing out of his wounds like a fountain, staining the surrounding ground red and emitting a disgusting bloody smell.

At this moment, the entire space seemed to be shrouded in this horrific scene. The only people left were the other person who was frightened out of his wits and trembling like a eunuch, and the unharmed guy, who was frightened to the point of almost losing his mind. His body was shaking like a fallen leaf in the wind, his eyes full of fear and despair, as if he would collapse at the next moment.

The unharmed person stood aside, his face as pale as paper, his eyes full of fear and helplessness. He was completely shocked by the scene before him and didn't know what his fate would be.

An Yi's hands were completely soaked in blood. The sticky blood slowly slid down between his fingers. He didn't even have time to wipe it off. The bright red blood, like red teardrops, rolled down from his hands drop by drop and dripped onto the cold ground.

Every drop of blood made a crisp and terrifying sound. The sound was particularly loud in the silent environment, as if it was the heavy footsteps of death, approaching people step by step.

This sound made everyone around feel as if they were in an abyss of fear and despair. Their hearts were beating violently, as if they could stop at any time. Their bodies were shaking involuntarily, and their faces were filled with fear and helplessness.

At this moment, there were only two of them left in the huge space. In this tense atmosphere, who would be the first to confess? This became an elusive mystery.

However, what was unexpected was that an extremely funny and ridiculous scene occurred next. The two of them were scrambling to speak as if they were fighting for an extremely precious treasure.

Their faces had different expressions, one looked anxious, the other looked flustered, and both wanted to say something before the other. They looked so funny that it made people laugh.

An Yi stared at them coldly, his eyes full of disdain and cruelty, as if he was looking at two insignificant ants. He then waved his hand and coldly ordered the secret guards to take them away.

As they were about to leave, An Yi's mouth curled up slightly, outlining a sinister smile that was chilling. He said in a voice as cold as ice: "What you two have revealed is different. You should know the consequences."

After saying this, An Yi frowned slightly, a look of pain flashed across his face, as if he was enduring the pain of the wound. Then, he began to treat his wound skillfully and neatly, and his skilled technique seemed as if he had long been accustomed to this kind of painful torture.

After treating the wound, An Yi walked into the bathroom with steady steps and began to shower and change clothes. During this process, his heart was filled with contempt and anger towards the two people. He thought to himself that these people really didn't know how to live or die. They dared to go against their master and were really seeking their own death.