"I said before, when I find the person who took my son, I'll make them wish they were dead. Now, I'll show you what I can do." Qin Xue hadn't forgotten the words she said.
Qin Xue took out her small cloth pouch, revealing rows of silver needles of various lengths and sizes. She casually pulled out a very long one, then squatted in front of the man, looking at him coldly.
"I already said, kill me, tear me apart, do whatever you want." The tall man wasn't someone who feared death, nor did he fear what Qin Xue might do to him.
"I won't kill you, nor will I tear you apart. I just want you to experience the consequences of crossing me. As for you... My son seems to have some interest in you, so I won't end your life." As Qin Xue finished speaking, the needle plunged into the tall man's body.
