About half an hour later, Lin Wan returned home.
"Sent by Ding Lunyin," Lu Zheng said.
Lin Wan nodded. She pinched the deliveryman's neck, waking him up, then sealed his vocal cords so he could not make much noise. Next came a round of bone-separating, tendon-dislocating techniques.
"Uh... mm... oh..."
"What's your name?"
"Wu Ding!"
"Who sent you?"
"Ding Lunyin!"
"What is your role under him?"
"I-I'm responsible for protecting the goods during transport between Hua Country and Myanmar."
Lin Wan nodded. "So that's how it is. No wonder you speak Hua Country's language so well, and are so familiar with things inside Hua Country."
"How many people came to Sea City? Did anyone go after Li Ying?"
"Just me. No one went after Li Ying. She... she's useless..."
Lin Wan also breathed a sigh of relief.
Naturally, she and Lu Zheng were not afraid. No matter how many came, they would only be delivering themselves on a platter. But Li Ying did not possess their abilities. If a major Powder Merchant targeted her, she would still be in considerable danger.
That was why the police in Dian Province, which bordered the south, never showed their faces. The people they dealt with were all desperadoes. Still, no one had expected these people to dare venture so deeply into Sea City to commit crimes.
Even Old John had not possessed that kind of nerve; he had needed to trick them out first.
All that could be said was that Ding Lunyin had grown accustomed to solving problems with violence.
Next, Lin Wan interrogated him further about Ding Lunyin's organization.
Wu Ding was merely a thug, not a death-sworn operative or a professional agent. Under Lin Wan's bone-separating, tendon-dislocating techniques, he had no power to resist and obediently spilled everything he knew.