The room was wide open, with only two chairs in the middle, and across from them, a huge turntable.
There was a man pinned on the turntable.
Jun Mochan brought Ye Ranran and sat down in the chairs.
"How would you like to die?" Jun Mochan reached back and One immediately passed him a gun.
Recalling Jun Mochan’s shooting skills in the morning, Ye Ranran couldn’t help but take another look at him.
The man didn’t answer.
Jun Mochan triggered the gun, and the bullet sank into the man’s thigh.
The man didn’t so much as groan.
"Quite resilient, aren’t you?" Jun Mochan was fiddling with his gun.
"If I’ve fallen into your hands, it’s just my bad luck, do whatever you please," the man gritted his teeth and spat.
Coming into this line of work, he had long been prepared to stake his life.
"Kill you? That would be letting you off the hook too easily," Ye Ranran suddenly said.
She looked at Jun Mochan with a sweet smile, "Husband, do you have a knife?"
Jun Mochan gave One a nod, and One promptly handed a military knife over to Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran slowly walked towards the man.
"So, you are the one who had us run over today?" Ye Ranran greeted, beaming brilliantly and cheerfully, sounding like she was greeting an old friend.
Jun Mochan watched with interest.
If not for the fact that Ye Ranran’s legs were trembling, he would have really thought she was very composed.
"What if I am?" The man did not deny it.
"Nothing, dear, I just want to have a little fun," Ye Ranran pouted, looking at Jun Mochan adorably.
"What kind of fun does my wife want to have?" Jun Mochan suddenly laughed, a captivating and elegant laughter.
Ye Ranran gave the turntable a knowing look, "The man is set on the turntable, but why aren’t we spinning it?"
A hulking man walked out of the corner and began to turn the wheel.
"Slow it down, I am not very skillful," Ye Ranran instructed.
And indeed, the turntable slowed to the point where even Ye Ranran with her lack of skill could hit the target.
Ye Ranran stood in front of the man, her knife slashed across his chest.
Feeling that wasn’t enough, she slashed horizontally again.
A red cross immediately appeared on the man’s chest.
"The harm inflicted on my husband, I will pay you back a thousand-fold," Ye Ranran said. If Jun Mochan was marked once, she would mark him ten times.
One was stunned. The expression on Jun Mochan’s face remained unchanged, but his eyes revealed layers of ripples.
Beneath his calm exterior, a genuine smile finally emerged, pure and joyous.
She always managed to surprise him.
"Spin it faster, my basketball skills are pretty good," Ye Ranran unhappily added, hoping for more speed.
The corners of Jun Mochan and One’s mouths twitched. What in the world did a carousel have to do with playing basketball?
Ye Ranran stood a little further away, using the knife like a dart and throwing it.
Most of the throws hit their mark, only a few missed.
After piercing every portion of the man’s upper body, Ye Ranran finally stopped.
He was surprisingly resilient. "One, pour some salt on his wounds." Seeing the man drenched in sweat, Jun Mochan smiled elegantly.
"Add some cumin too," Ye Ranran added.
"Heh, Lady Mo is truly clever." One giving her a thumbs up.
Ye Ranran arched her brows, her eyes curving in delight.
The intense brightness of her smile dazzled One’s eyes.
Salt and cumin intensified the pain of the wounds, and the man finally screamed out loud.
"Kill me, please kill me," he begged.
Demons, they were all demons.
"Kill you? Did I say I would kill you?" Jun Mochan’s face was merciless, a terrifying murderous aura swirling about him.