"No," An An shook his head. He thought of Ruan Ruan and couldn't help but say a few more words.
"Sister Ruan Ruan is just a bit too quiet, but she later talked to Teacher Wang Qian about this matter, and the school security guards became more attentive!"
"Does Uncle Ling appear often?" Mentioning Ruan Ruan, Huo Rou remembered she had another friend.
An An nodded, "Yes, Uncle Ling often picks up Ruan Ruan and is very good to her."
After speaking, An An took out a bunch of small gadgets from his bag. "He also gave An An a lot of things and told me to take good care of Ruan Ruan."
Huo Rou rubbed her forehead. She hadn't paid attention for a long time. Was Ling Xiao trying to train her son to be his successor? These hidden weapons were not things a child should play with casually.
Did he think An An was him?
Never mind, it's good for self-defense.
Huo Rou convinced herself, telling An An to put these things away properly and not to misuse them.
While the mother and son were examining the mini mechanical arm sent by Zou Xiaoxiao, Qin Ningyi was in prison.
"You?" His eyes were as cold as frost, and his voice echoed in the small interrogation room like a sword's hum, filling it with a killing aura.
The person opposite him slowly raised his head from the soft table of his bag. His gaunt face had no flesh, and his skin was stretched over bone.
His eyes were deeply sunken, with dark circles so heavy they looked like he hadn't slept in a very, very long time.
If Huo Rou were present, she would have recognized this person as the leader who used hidden weapons against her at the time.
"Yes, what," the leader's neck veins bulged, like a demon crawling from hell.
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, almost incapable of forming complete sentences.
"You hurt her," Qin Ningyi stared into his eyes. "What did you use to hurt her?"
"Hahahaha, she, hahaha... Ah!" The leader started laughing, but as soon as he raised his head, his expression twisted abruptly, his eyes wide with fury.
A roar echoed through the heavens and earth.
"Kill me! Ahhh—" he shouted, smashing his head against the table frantically.
The table was padded, but after hitting it several times, he grabbed himself desperately, falling to the ground and rolling back and forth.
"She deserved to die!"
"Let's die together! Hahaha, ahhh, die! Go to hell!"
Listening to his curse-like words, the fire in Qin Ningyi's heart ignited instantly. He strode forward two steps and crouched down.
He grabbed the leader by his collar, looking down at his frenzied expression, as if looking at an ant.
"Die?" he gritted his teeth and said angrily.
"You like her?" The leader seemed to have a moment's respite from the pain, looking at him with blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, and smiled. "Then kill me, and I'll tell you."
"Ah hahaha—"
"Is she going to die? In a hurry? Kill me, kill me!"
He shouted incoherently, writhing in pain.
His fingernails had been completely pulled out, and to prevent him from committing suicide, his tendons had even been severed, leaving his hands without much strength.
Yet, he still forcefully squeezed the painful parts of his body, sometimes his waist, sometimes his ribs, sometimes his heart, and sometimes his head...
He continuously provoked Qin Ningyi's nerves with his words, wanting him to lose his temper and kill him.
His intention was too obvious, and Qin Ningyi saw through it at a glance.
He beat him severely, but did not kill him as he wished.
"Pain?" Qin Ningyi said coldly as he walked out of the room. "Then continue to be in pain."
There was limited information to be gained from someone in such a state. He decided to see the other few people.
After a round of interrogations, Qin Ningyi walked out of the prison, his brows furrowed.
They were all low-level spies; they knew nothing and understood nothing.
They didn't even know who they were supposed to be blocking.
The only one who might know more was the leader, but in his condition...
A convoy of cars whizzed towards the entrance. Qin Ningyi had just gotten into his car when he saw the convoy drive straight in.
A moment later, someone hurried over to him.
"Master Qin, that person is dead."
"Dead?"
All the arrangements in the interrogation room were designed to prevent the prisoner from committing suicide. Zhao Wen had given strict orders regarding this person, so even his fingernails were pulled out and his tendons severed to prevent suicide.
How could he be dead?
The person nodded, "He died of pain."
"I heard he even tried to suffocate himself, but failed. The news from inside is that he died of poisoning, died of pain."
"How long has he been poisoned?" He could tell that person's state was abnormal, but poisoning...
"He's been abnormal since he was brought back. A doctor from the Shen family even came to see him," the person replied.
The Shen family...
Qin Ningyi suddenly remembered Huo Rou's frequent bouts of sleep, the medicine Shen Wuyou rushed to give her at the hospital, and what she ate every day...
"Who from the Shen family came?"
"Shen Wuyou and the old master of the Shen family."
"I understand," Qin Ningyi nodded and left in his car without delay.
The roaring convoy entered the prison, and Zhao Wen's sturdy figure alighted from a car.