The possibility of a skill book dropping immediately set Qin Ran's heart racing.
However, Qin Ran had not forgotten his original purpose.
He found a rope, tied the man to a chair, filled a cup with cold water from the bathroom, and poured it directly over the man's face.
"Mm! Mm!"
The cold water jolted the man awake.
But with his mouth stuffed by the mask, he could only make unconscious whimpering noises.
This was not some deserted wilderness.
Qin Ran naturally came prepared, unwilling to invite trouble for himself.
The man's eyes widened as he stared blankly at Qin Ran standing before him.
Clearly, even now, he still had not figured out why Qin Ran had suddenly attacked him.
And Qin Ran naturally had no intention of explaining.
"Who are your accomplices? Where are they?"
Without beating around the bush, Qin Ran picked up his dagger and pressed it against the man's left index finger. In an instant, he sliced open the skin, then used his other hand to pull the mask from the man's mouth—the man's hands had deliberately been left free when Qin Ran tied him up.
"You bas—"
The man had barely started cursing when Qin Ran gagged him again and cut off his index finger.
"Mm! Mm!"
The pain of the Severed Finger immediately made the man whimper repeatedly.
"Who are your accomplices?"
Only after the man's whimpering ceased did Qin Ran pull the mask from his mouth again, placing the dagger against his middle finger at the same time.
"You—"
Clearly, this was still not the answer Qin Ran wanted. He repeated his previous actions.
And perhaps because the man had cursed at him repeatedly, Qin Ran became irritated and simply cut off the remaining three fingers on his left hand.
The man convulsed