He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

The man shook his head in fear and stammered, "I...I don't know her exact name, but...I've seen her before."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Lu suddenly turned to look at Zhou Yan, who was standing to the side, and said thoughtfully, "I remember you seem to have a photo of your cousin, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, his face showing an expression of disbelief. He stared wide-eyed at Fu Lu and stammered, "Ninth... Ninth Brother, how... how is this possible? She absolutely wouldn't have the guts to do such a thing."

"Just take it out and we'll know."

After hesitating for a long time, Zhou Yan finally took out his phone from his pocket, opened the photo of him and Zhou Fu, and handed it to the man.

Upon seeing the photo, the man's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, that's her, absolutely!"

However, before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yan suddenly flew into a rage and punched the man hard in the face.

"You better look at me properly again!"

Zhou Yan roared angrily, his eyes bloodshot, as if they were about to spit fire.

"It's...it's her."

The man covered his face as he stammered his reply.

Seeing that Zhou Yan was about to continue, Fu Lu quickly stepped forward and tightly grabbed Zhou Yan's outstretched fist.

Zhou Yan struggled a few times, but was unable to break free from Fu Lu's restraints.

Fu Lu looked at Zhou Yan with an indifferent expression, without saying a word.

Zhou Yan opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just cursed angrily, "Damn it, what's it to me!"

Then he turned around and strode out of the room in frustration.

Fu Lu remained standing quietly in place, his tall figure looming over the man, giving him an invisible pressure.

The man looked up in terror at the cold-faced man before him, his voice trembling as he begged for mercy, "Mr. Fu, I... I've already told you everything, please let me go!"

Fu Lu's lips curled slightly into a chilling smile as he softly asked, "Let you go?"

The man, as if grasping at a lifeline, nodded frantically, replying, "Yes, yes, please be merciful and let me go."

Fu Lu slowly squatted down to meet the man's gaze, his eyes as cold as icicles in the dead of winter, piercing straight to the heart.

He slowly began to speak, "She begged you back then, didn't she?"

Upon hearing this, the man froze, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Fu Lu stared at the man in front of him expressionlessly, and spoke coldly again: "Why wouldn't you let her go when she begged you?"

As Fu Lu spoke those cold words, a hint of undisguised terror slowly surfaced in the man's eyes.

"She has already begged you in a low voice, so why won't you let her go?"

Fu Lu, seemingly oblivious to the man's fear, repeated his question, word by word.

Although his face did not show much emotion at this moment, the man could clearly feel a powerful sense of oppression, like Mount Tai crushing an egg, and a chill that penetrated to the bone.

The man trembled with fear at the sight of her imposing manner and hurriedly begged for mercy, saying, "Mr. Fu, I really know I was wrong. Please, have mercy on me this time, I beg you!"

At this moment, large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead due to extreme tension.

Fu Lu said softly, "I told you, I can let you off the hook."

Upon hearing this, the man was first taken aback, then his eyes lit up with joy as if he had been granted a pardon. He hurriedly thanked him, saying, "Thank you so much, Mr. Fu. You are so kind of you to not hold a grudge against someone as petty as me..."

However, before the man could finish speaking, Fu Lu let out another low, cold laugh: "Hmph, but... what I value most is fairness."

Upon hearing this, the man's previously joyful expression froze on his face. He stared at Fu Lu with a look of utter confusion, completely unable to guess what the other party intended to do next.

"Mr. Fu, what...what exactly do you mean by that?"

The man stared in terror at the cold-faced man before him, his voice trembling as he asked.

"Tell me, how exactly did you do it?"

Fu Lu's tone was as cold as the winter wind, blowing directly at the man opposite him.

"Mr. Fu, I...didn't I already tell you that?"

The man stammered as he answered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

However, Fu Lu simply uttered two words without expression: "Not enough."

Upon hearing those two words, the man couldn't help but swallow hard, inwardly groaning in despair.

After much hesitation, he finally mustered his courage and cautiously asked, "If I tell you everything truthfully, could you... could you please be lenient and let me go?"

Fu Lu replied expressionlessly, "Of course."

After receiving an affirmative answer, the man, as if grasping at a lifeline, hurriedly told the whole story.

"I...I acted impulsively at the time. I only slapped her a few times and kicked her a few times. Really, I didn't do anything else excessive!"

As the man spoke, Fu Lu's originally calm expression gradually turned gloomy, like the heavy dark clouds before an impending storm.

The man glanced at Fu Lu with some trepidation, only to find that the other man remained silent, staring intently at him with eyes as cold as knives.

Finally, unable to bear the suffocating silence any longer, the man pleaded again, "Mr. Fu, I've just told you everything I know. Please, have mercy and let me go now?"

At this moment, Fu Lu, who had been silent all along, suddenly let out a low laugh.

"How many slaps and one kick did you get?"

The man froze on the spot, a wave of panic washing over him, but he quickly recovered and nodded hurriedly, saying, "Yes, yes, it was just a few slaps, nothing else."

After he finished speaking, he cautiously glanced at Fu Lu.

"How many slaps were he given?"

Fu Lu asked again with a blank expression, his voice not loud but carrying an invisible pressure.

The man's heart skipped a beat, and he froze completely.

How many slaps?

This problem stumped him.

He didn't even bother to count how many times he slapped himself; who could remember something like that!

All I remember is that I was consumed by rage and completely lost my mind, swinging my hand wildly and slapping the other person hard.

After hesitating for a long time, the man mustered up his courage and tentatively replied, "I... I think I only slapped him twice."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill from Fu Lu's indifferent gaze.

Fu Lu frowned slightly and gave a soft hum: "Hmm?"