The entire private room fell utterly silent.
A long while passed before someone spoke in a trembling voice.
"D-did you kill him?"
"Hardly." Xie Lin scoffed.
"I know my own strength. He won't die."
Wasn't that even scarier?
Someone took out a phone with shaking hands and secretly dialed the police.
As though he hadn't noticed, Xie Lin went over and crouched before Niu Sheng. He reached out, then withdrew his hand, his face full of disgust.
"I'll do it."
A voice came from behind him. Zhan Ying bounded over and crouched on the other side.
"Boss's wife, what are you looking for?"
"Check his phone."
"Sure. Don't get your hands dirty."
As he spoke, he pulled Niu Sheng's phone out of his pocket and scanned his face to unlock it.
"Check," Xie Lin said, lifting his chin, "whether there's anything in there that shouldn't be."
"I understand."
Zhan Ying opened the photo gallery. One of the folders was locked.
Smack!
He slapped Niu Sheng across the face.
"Ow-"
Niu Sheng shot upright, only for Zhan Ying to stamp him back down.
"Password."
"W-what password?"
"The photo album password."
"!!!"
Terror covered Niu Sheng's face as he looked from Xie Lin to Zhan Ying.
"I'll sue you... ah!"
Another slap landed.
"Cut the fucking crap. Not talking, huh?"
Zhan Ying crouched again, grabbed Niu Sheng's arm, and bent back his right pinky.
Crack!
"Aaah-"
Niu Sheng's face instantly went deathly pale with pain, cold sweat pouring down.
"Three..."
"0604! Please let me go, please..."
Xie Lin opened his mouth, then closed it again.
Sure enough, his little tricks were child's play compared with a professional's.
"What are you doing here?"
"The boss will be here any second."
Zhan Ying grinned. "He heard you came to stand up for him. He