When Ye Sangsang’s wrist was grabbed, she turned her head abruptly, realizing that Zhou Qiang had discovered her.
Zhou Qiang also noticed that Ye Sangsang had realized he was awake, and the atmosphere froze for a second.
Ye Sangsang had already planned how to subdue him as quickly as possible.
If she missed this opportunity, her mission would be over.
As for taking action, it was purely instinctive.
The nylon rope in her hand was already tightening, and she almost instinctively moved to the next step.
Zhou Qiang, wide-eyed, stared at the shadowy figure in the darkness and began struggling fiercely.
His physical disadvantage, with a strength level of 3, became apparent. Even though Ye Sangsang had restrained his hands, he still managed to kick her away with the force of his legs and body.
Ye Sangsang felt a sharp pain throughout her body, and a metallic taste rose in her throat.
She forced herself to swallow it, watching as Zhou Qiang tried to free himself while moving toward her.
“Who sent you? What do you want?” he demanded angrily.
Ye Sangsang leaned against the wardrobe in the room, slowly standing up. Her body trembled slightly from the pain and adrenaline. Her hand reached back in the darkness, gripping the steel slicing knife tucked into her waistband. “I’ve offended someone. No need for explanations.”
Villains die from talking too much, and Ye Sangsang refused to say more.
The room was dimly lit, and Zhou Qiang, focused on untying the rope and dealing with Ye Sangsang, didn’t notice her movements in the darkness.
Most importantly, after their initial encounter, he was confident that Ye Sangsang was physically weak.
This gave him the confidence to believe he could take on ten of her.
“Heh, let me guess. You’re sent by Brother Wen, aren’t you?” he sneered. “He’s such a loser, sending someone like you to do the job.”
He took two slow steps forward, the rope now in his hand.
Clearly, he intended to use it as a weapon to teach Ye Sangsang a lesson.
The curtains blocked most of the light, and Ye Sangsang widened her eyes, waiting for the moment to strike a fatal blow.
Both sides were testing each other. Whether it was strangulation or being killed, one of them would die.
[Damn, this is getting intense.]
[Am I really about to see Sangsang get killed?]
[The difference in strength is huge, but Sangsang has a knife. It’s hard to say!]
The live chat was buzzing with excitement, the tension palpable.
In the game, Ye Sangsang had already made her move.
She had keenly noticed that Zhou Qiang had spotted her knife.
In an instant, he dodged her hand, abandoning the rope and using his foot instead.
Ye Sangsang knew she couldn’t confront him head-on. She lowered her head, retreated, and rushed toward the bed.
Zhou Qiang slept in the master bedroom of the house, a pre-millennium home with a relatively spacious layout. She maneuvered around him, continuing to face him.
In the darkness, the knife in Ye Sangsang’s hand gleamed coldly under the faint light, exuding danger.
No matter how skilled you are, a knife is always a threat.
Seeing Ye Sangsang, Zhou Qiang clearly took two steps back. “What grudge do we have? What have I done to offend you? Please, let’s talk this out. I have money. Name your price, and I’ll compensate you.”
Ye Sangsang tilted her head, watching as he crouched down, trying to open the bedside drawer.
In the next second, Ye Sangsang lunged forward, swiftly slashing Zhou Qiang’s wrist as he reached for the drawer.
Quick, precise, and ruthless. She then sidestepped to avoid his reflexive grab.
“Ah!”
A muffled, pained scream echoed as Zhou Qiang quickly looked down, clutching the wound that was gushing blood.
In that instant, blood sprayed out, covering his rugged face in crimson. He panicked, pressing on the wound, knowing that excessive blood loss could be fatal.
While Zhou Qiang was in a state of panic, Ye Sangsang didn’t stop. She twisted her body and quickly crouched down.
As Zhou Qiang instinctively stepped back, she circled behind him, switching the knife to her right hand. She pressed the blade against the back of his heel, aiming for the artery, and slashed down hard.
After the slash, Ye Sangsang stood up, slowly pressing the knife against Zhou Qiang as he tried to turn around.
[Holy crap, such quick reflexes. Was Ye Sangsang a former assassin?]
[Ehh, Zhou Qiang isn’t as strong as Wang Shun. At least Wang Shun managed to stab Ye Sangsang once.]
[It’s mainly because Ye Sangsang has a weapon. Fighting someone unarmed against a weapon, even with strength, puts you at a disadvantage. Of course, the key is that Ye Sangsang is ruthless enough.]
Zhou Qiang roared, glancing at the knives in the bedside drawer, his eyes filled with resentment.
However, at this moment, he wasn’t particularly panicked.
He thought Ye Sangsang was just here for revenge, and a couple of slashes would be enough—she wouldn’t kill him.
If he bandaged his wounds in time, he’d be fine.
The pain forced him to stay alert. Feeling the person behind him pressing the knife against him, his knees weakened. Clutching the bleeding wound, he said, “Whatever grudge you have, this should be enough. There’s over ten thousand dollars in my wardrobe. Take it, and I swear I won’t retaliate!”
His eyes were filled with desperation. As his blood continued to flow, his strength rapidly diminished.
Ye Sangsang calmly reached out and, despite Zhou Qiang’s struggles, applied a rear naked chokehold.
A few seconds later, Zhou Qiang collapsed unconscious on the floor.
She quietly looked down at the man on the ground.
There was no other choice. If he had called for help, she would have been in trouble.
Reluctantly, she had used this technique to quickly knock him out.
She had learned this move out of interest, having studied it previously.
As Ye Sangsang began to cut the inside of his other arm, Zhou Qiang woke up.
Seeing him gritting through the pain, dragging his bloodied body toward the door, Ye Sangsang bent down and applied another rear naked chokehold.
She then dragged him to the bed, tying him to the bedpost or the bed frame with ropes.
Of course, before doing this, she stuffed a cloth into his mouth.
Since she had decided to interrogate him for the truth, Ye Sangsang took out some prepared gauze and bandaged his hands and feet.
When Zhou Qiang woke up, he tried to break free but found it useless.
Soon, he gave up struggling.
Ye Sangsang, feeling a bit tired, found a chair and sat by the bed. She shone a flashlight on Zhou Qiang’s rough, rugged face.
“Do you recognize me?” Ye Sangsang asked.
Zhou Qiang shook his head. He genuinely didn’t know her.
Ye Sangsang raised an eyebrow, surprised that he didn’t recognize her.
Meanwhile, the live chat was in shock, as Ye Sangsang had handled Zhou Qiang with ease.
[What move did Sister Sang just use? Why did Zhou Qiang pass out in just two or three seconds?]
[It’s a rear naked chokehold. A technique that cuts off blood flow to the brain, causing the victim to pass out quickly.]
[Hey everyone, guess what I found when I searched Zhou Qiang’s name.]
The audience, initially curious about the chokehold, quickly shifted their attention.
The viewer copied and pasted the information onto the public screen, causing many to gasp in shock.
This Zhou Qiang had committed numerous crimes in Jiang City in the past.
Bullying men and women, extorting protection money—these were minor compared to his other deeds. In the 1990s, he had led a gang that robbed many people.
During that time, he had taken eight lives.
Some victims had already handed over their belongings, and others had even endured his abuse, only to be stabbed to death by him.
After reading the lengthy report, many were outraged.
If Ye Sangsang, representing Sun Bin, was evil, then Zhou Qiang was the epitome of wickedness.
This was the so-called “evil being punished by evil.”
Recalling Ye Sangsang’s actions, the audience felt a sense of satisfaction, as if they were reading a thrilling revenge story.
And it was even more satisfying than watching a TV drama or reading a novel, because seeing a real villain suffer, even if it was virtual, was deeply gratifying.
The chat began flooding with gifts, as the audience was thoroughly enjoying Ye Sangsang’s actions.
Unaware of the audience’s shift in mood, Ye Sangsang continued her interrogation. “Do you know Sun Bin or Lin Shu?”
Zhou Qiang looked at her in terror, feeling the cold blade pressed against his shoulder.
He knew it was her knife.
Realizing this, his scalp tingled, and his entire body stiffened.
He racked his brain, then frantically shook his head. He truly didn’t know these two people.
Ye Sangsang pressed the knife slightly, slicing down like she was filleting a fish.
“Ugh! Aaaah!”
Zhou Qiang let out a guttural scream of pain.
He realized that this person wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted.
His mind raced, desperately trying to recall anyone he might have crossed paths with.
But he really couldn’t remember.
Who exactly are Sun Bin and Lin Shu?
Ye Sangsang pinched her chin, thinking that asking this way wasn’t effective.
Let’s try a different approach.
He shone a flashlight on his own face and asked, “Does this face look familiar?”
If that didn’t work, he’d have to bring out Lin Shu’s face.
Sure enough, no recognition.
Fortunately, Ye Sangsang had come prepared. She fumbled around and pulled out a photo of Lin Shu. Shining the flashlight on the photo, she stared at him and asked, “Do you recognize her?”
The moment Zhou Qiang saw the photo, his pupils contracted slightly in the faint glow of the flashlight.
