Chapter 281 The Not-So-Serious Hemostatic Powder

Bai Nuo doesn't like playing the cat-and-mouse game. No matter how capable a cat is, it might let the mouse escape because of a small mistake.

There are many ways to cause suffering, but she wouldn't use such an arrogant and presumptuous method.

Once Du Wenge is in her hands, she will not give him any chance to escape, not even a glimmer of hope.

So, Bai Nuo grabbed Du Wenge by the hair and pulled him off the kang (a heated brick bed), threw him to the ground, and then went over and, with a few quick snaps, dislocated his hands and feet.

"Ugh!!!"

Du Wenge had just recovered from the excruciating pain of having his jaw dislocated, but now the pain returned, causing his eyes to widen again, his face covered in cold sweat, and his entire face was deathly pale.

Bai Nuo squatted down in front of Du Wenge, took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, opened it, pulled out a thin needle, and quickly stabbed it into Du Wenge's neck.

Her decisive demeanor and ruthless manner terrified Du Wenge, who thought the little bitch was planning to stab him to death with a needle. His bloodshot eyes were filled with despair and fear.

"Oh, looks like you're pretty afraid of dying." Bai Nuo sneered, her eyes full of sarcasm.

"You're so afraid of death, yet you've done so many heinous and despicable things. Do you really think no one dares to come after you for revenge? Who gave you the guts? Those guys in Kyoto? What a pity... Du Wenge, you're not going to survive in my hands. Don't count on it. No one can save you. Even if your men suddenly break in now, I'll take your life before I leave."

The voice was calm and gentle, the tone unhurried, as if chatting casually, without any exciting fluctuations, yet the words spoken instilled fear and despair.

Du Wenge stared at the smiling, seemingly kind and gentle young girl in front of him, his mouth agape and his face grim.

He originally wanted to find a chance to escape, or at least make some noise. There were people living nearby, and as long as he made a commotion, someone would definitely come to rescue him.

She's just a teenage girl; no matter how capable she is, she can't outmaneuver this old fox who's been navigating the world of powerful figures for years.

However, Bai Nuo's calm and unwavering words were like a heavy hammer blow, shattering all of Du Wenge's hopes. It seemed to possess some strange power, instantly enveloping him in a deep sense of despair.

He was panting heavily, beads of cold sweat constantly sliding down his head, looking as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Bai Nuo reached out and grasped Du Wenge's chin, applying slight pressure.

With a crisp "snap," the dislocated chin was put back in place.

"Help..." Du Wenge almost instinctively opened his mouth to call for help, but he was startled by his own hoarse, breathy voice as soon as he uttered a sound.

Du Wenge opened his mouth in shock and tried to shout again, but no matter how hard he tried, all he could make was a hoarse, breathy sound. Not only would his subordinates and thugs living nearby not be able to hear it, but even those standing outside the window of this house probably wouldn't be able to hear it at all.

"What...what did you do?"

Bai Nuo smiled, raised an eyebrow, glanced at the long needle on Du Wenge's neck, and said with a slightly smug expression, "I really have absolutely no talent for healing and saving lives, but I have put in a lot of effort when learning about acupoints, especially those torture techniques, which I am quite proficient in. At least I didn't completely ruin my teacher's reputation in the education field. How about it, my technique... not bad, right!"

"Young comrade, you really have some misunderstanding about me. Let's have a good talk, okay?"

You can tell me whatever you want. I'm really not familiar with Bai Yiman. Is someone talking badly about you? Tell me, and I'll definitely investigate thoroughly and give you an explanation. You have to trust me.

Whatever your conditions, I will agree to them.

Du Wenge spoke haltingly, as if it took him a great deal of effort to say it, and in the end, his whole body trembled slightly.

"Stop talking nonsense, I don't want to hear it. I'll give you two choices now." Bai Nuo's expression suddenly became impatient, clearly showing his unpredictable emotions. A hint of irritation appeared in his eyes as he held up two fingers to Du Wenge and spoke in a low voice.

"First, I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer them. I just want the truth. Once you've answered all my questions, I'll give you a clean break. As for the second..."

Bai Nuo chuckled lightly, then drew a dagger from behind her back. The black dagger looked particularly eerie in the moonlight, radiating a chilling aura. Anyone who had ever stained it with blood could clearly sense that the dagger... had killed many people.

"If you want to play the game of resisting to the death with me, I don't mind."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Nuo gripped the dagger tightly and stabbed downwards.

"Pfft"

"Ahhh!"

The screams were barely audible, which made the atmosphere less intense. If this place weren't in a bustling part of the city, Bai Nuo would have taken the person directly to the mountains. In the mountains, not only could she act more freely, but Du Wenge's screams wouldn't be so depressing either.

However, Bai Nuo was quite satisfied with the pained and ferocious expression on Du Wenge's face. He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with his backhand and pressed down hard with the side of the knife.

The dagger, embedded in the groin, sliced ​​off from the side in an instant.

"Ugh!!!"

Bai Nuo admired Du Wenge's expression for a while, and as the other man weakly gasped for breath and his expression gradually returned, he suddenly drew his dagger again.

Very well, that pained expression reappeared.

"Save your energy!" Bai Nuo casually pinched the hilt of the dagger between his thumb and forefinger, slapping the bloody blade against Du Wenge's face, advising him in a kind and gentle tone, "After all, if you had chosen the second option, this stab wouldn't even have been an appetizer. But don't worry, I won't let you die. I'm a professional at preparing medicine."

After saying that, Bai Nuo took out a slender porcelain bottle from a small bag next to her, opened it, and poured the powder inside onto Du Wenge's wound.

A hissing sound came from the wound, along with a faint smell of burning.

The intense stinging pain instantly swept through my body, several times more painful than being stabbed and having a piece of my leg cut open on the side.

That feeling was several times more intense than applying alcohol to a wound.

Du Wenge, who was already feeling dizzy, suddenly sat up the moment the powder was sprinkled on his wound. His eyes were wide open, veins were bulging, his mouth was agape, and he even stopped breathing.

However, Du Wenge felt more energetic at this moment, and he couldn't feel dizzy even if he wanted to.

Miraculously, the wound that was bleeding profusely just moments ago has now stopped bleeding.

The little system, hidden nearby, looked down at the scattered medicinal powder next to the wound with a mixture of curiosity and disgust. It was grayish and looked rather abnormal.

I'm asking you, whose pink is this color?!

He doesn't look like a serious fan!

Looking at the results, the bleeding has stopped, but the person seems... not normal.

Sure enough, it guessed right!