Who would have known she wasn’t dead, only now her chest was in severe pain and she was still being hung up, a fate worse than death itself.
The door was pushed open, and a woman entered slowly with a whip in her hand.
Lin Xinlan looked at her and weakly asked, "Why didn’t you kill me?"
"Of course I intend to kill you, but I can’t let you die that easily. Death is simple for a person, but a fate worse than death isn’t quite so straightforward," she said coldly.
Lin Xinlan bitterly smiled inwardly, it seemed she was in for some physical torment.
"What is your name?" she couldn’t help asking.
The woman seemed surprised, and asked with a smile, "What, you want to remember my name for revenge in the future? Well, remember it then, I’m Lu Xiaofan. If you manage to leave here alive, you’re welcome to seek me out for revenge anytime."
"Are you Chinese?" Lin Xinlan asked in surprise.
"I have no nationality."
"Is just a code name."
"..." For some reason, she felt this woman was very direct, never beating around the bush in speaking, so direct that she just couldn’t bring herself to hate her.
It was sad; she couldn’t even hate someone who wanted to kill her.
"Lu Xiaofan, go ahead then, but I hope you don’t kill me. I don’t want to die yet," Lin Xinlan said with a faint smile.
Lu Xiaofan glanced at her and also smiled faintly, "You’re not bad, this woman. If you hadn’t hurt Qiao Yiyang, maybe I wouldn’t have laid a finger on you."
"He forced me, and he hurt me first."
"I don’t care about the reasons. I only know that whoever hurts him has to die!" As soon as her words fell, she fiercely lashed out with the whip in her hand, striking Lin Xinlan hard.
"Mmm—" Lin Xinlan clenched her teeth tightly, letting out a muffled groan of pain.
The whip lashing against the body was really painful, every nerve in her body was in agony.
"How many lashes are you going to give me?" she asked, so that she could mentally prepare herself.
Lu Xiaofan was dressed in a tight outfit, holding a long whip, with a queen-like demeanor in her cold gaze.
She countered Lin Xinlan’s question, "How many do you hope I’ll give you?"
"I hope that once I faint, you won’t lash me anymore. Otherwise, it’ll feel like my corpse is being whipped."
Lu Xiaofan hooked her lips into a faint smile, "I like your spirit. Alright, as you wish!"
The whip struck down over and over, and Lin Xinlan was able to endure it at first, but later on, she could no longer suppress the painful cries.
Gradually, her cries weakened, and after dozens of lashes, she fainted.
Lu Xiaofan stopped her actions and pulled out the handgun from her waist, aiming it at Lin Xinlan.
She had intended to torment her a few more times, but her heart softened, and she decided to kill her with one shot instead, to spare her some suffering.
Just as she was about to proceed, the iron door was pushed open, and a tall figure strode in, grabbing the gun from her hand and slapping her hard.
Lu Xiaofan tilted her head and looked calmly at the man in front of her.
"I was a bit too slow in my actions; I should have killed her right from the start," she said indifferently.
Qiao Yiyang clenched his fists, almost slapping her again.
"If you dare touch her again, then get out of the Mafia and never show up in front of me again!"
Lu Xiaofan’s gaze flickered with surprise as she closed her mouth and said no more.
This man, he always knew what she feared the most.
Qiao Yiyang, without another glance at her, hurried over to untie Lin Xinlan’s ropes and gently laid her down.