Jiang Cheng frowned as he listened. He knew Lin Wan'er's methods. If this information really existed, she would definitely be able to dig it up.
Without wasting another word, Lin Wan'er hung up. She was currently in a cold cement room. Not far in front of her stood a steel cross as tall as a person, with a shirtless man bound to it.
The man's body was covered in bloody welts, and his graying hair was matted with gore. But even in this pitiful state, he still carried himself with an air of menace. After being jolted awake with a bucket of ice water, he cursed Lin Wan'er viciously, his eyes full of such hatred that he looked ready to tear her limb from limb. "Lin Wan'er! I should've killed you with one blow back then! You treacherous little wretch! You'll never come to a good end! Ah... ah!!"
Listening to his curses, Lin Wan'er calmly picked up the teacup in front of her. She blew away the steam and took a small sip to soothe her throat. "You don't need to worry about how things will end for me. Besides, you aren't strong enough to kill me."
The next second, a powerful current surged up through the man's body from his feet. He convulsed all over from the electric shock. After a few rounds, his tone softened considerably. "I don't know! I really don't know! If you don't believe me, just kill me! Please, kill me!" The man wailed helplessly.
At that, Lin Wan'er set down her teacup and stared at him. A moment later, she suddenly smiled. "As I recall, the head of the Zhong Family has a daughter, doesn't he?"
The man, who had been wailing, immediately fell silent. For the first time, unmistakable fear appeared in