3176: Su Yu is a Crybaby (6)

Su Yu is a Crybaby (6)

"Are there other people that are after us?" her subordinate asked.2

"Where is he now?" Lu Yan asked as she dried her hair with a towel.

"Next door in our room. We locked him up in the bathroom. Amy's pressing his head in the water to see if he'll confess."

"I'll go take a look," Lu Yan said and walked out.

When she was at the door, she turned around and said to Qiao Fei, "Hey, Psycho Qiao, don't you want to watch a show?"

"What fun is it watching you guys torture someone to force them to confess?" Qiao Fei didn't seem interested.

Lu Yan didn't ask any further. She turned around and left with her subordinate.

In the bathroom next to her room, Lu Yan saw Amy shove the man's head in the bathtub filled with water when she went in.

Even then, the man was unwilling to speak.

His arms and legs were tied up. His mouth was not taped as it allowed him to throw up.

"Stop. Bring him over."

Lu Yan sat on the European leather sofa in the living room.

She was in a white bathrobe. Her hair was let down and still slightly wet.

She looked incredibly beautiful.

Who would have thought that such a beautiful woman was the closest to Satan?

Amy violently dragged the man over and made him kneel on the floor.

"Asian?" Lu Yan was slightly surprised when she saw the man's appearance.

The man would not talk and glared viciously at Lu Yan.

"Who sent you? Are you sure you don't want to speak?" Lu Yan asked in Chinese.

The man did not speak.

"Boss, he might be Vietnamese by the looks of it. He probably doesn't understand Chinese."

"No, he understands." Lu Yan was almost certain.

She walked over to the man and stepped on his shoulder. Then she reached out and pulled the pendant hanging around his neck.

"Give it back…" the man shouted, struggling to get up.

Then Amy stomped his back and locked him onto the ground.

"See, I told you that he knows Chinese," Lu Yan said proudly.

"Boss, you're so smart. How did you know?" Her subordinates were very impressed.

"There's Chinese on the pendant." Lu Yan held it up and showed it. Then she read the word on it, "Zhen." 

"A Vietnamese that fell in love with a Chinese woman. Her name is Zhen, right?" Lu Yan conjectured.

The man was slightly surprised as he didn't know how Lu Yan found out.

"If that's the case, then you should live your life peacefully. Why did you become a killer? Worse off, why did you become a killer that follows orders?"

"Shut up and just kill me," the man said in Chinese. Even though he could speak Chinese, you could tell he was not from China.

"Who sent you? How much are they paying? How about this? If you tell me, I'll pay you double that, no, triple." Lu Yan chuckled.

The man glared at her and didn't respond. He didn't seem interested in money.

"What? So you're not interested in money, eh? Why not we do a trade? If you tell me who sent you, I'll spare your beloved lady's life. Otherwise, I'm going to fracture that woman called Zhen's neck."

"Haha, you're hilarious. There are so many women in China called Zhen. Can you find her and kill her? Lu Yan, you're crazy!" the man laughed at Lu Yan's naivety. 

"Good. You know my name. That makes things even simpler." Lu Yan smiled mysteriously.

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