"My Neighbor is a Killer" - ◆You're the mistress

The people around them started to get agitated. "She is indeed a college student and an internet celebrity. When we were staking out her, she was always riding in luxury cars and driving a G-Wagon into the mall. I also thought she looked like a mistress."
Ruan Mian's face darkened, thinking to herself, "You're the mistress, your whole family are mistresses."
She curled up on the floor, crying and laughing, writhing in pain. Her festering skin was rubbed raw and bloody against the floor. She groaned pitifully, "Cold, so cold! What do you want? I'll give you money. Call my husband, he has all the money he could ever ask for. Please, give it to me now! Help! I'm dying of heat!"
Before she could finish speaking, she was kicked in the leg again. Scarface, somewhat exasperated, stuffed a rag into her mouth. "Shut up! You bitch, I'll beat you to death if you yell again."
She feigned mental instability, deliberately shouting loudly before her mouth was gagged, indicating this place wasn't secluded or remote; it was likely in a well-connected area, probably near the sea, like a dock or the basement of a fresh produce warehouse. Furthermore, the fact that no one came in after shouting for so long suggests no one was outside.
All we need to do is find an opportunity to kill them.
After kicking her, Scarface calmed down a bit. He figured since he'd arrested the wrong person, he might as well take the opportunity to make some money. Whether she was faking it or not, she couldn't escape in his hands anyway; he could just kill her if necessary. He squatted down in front of her. "Who is your husband?"
She blurted it out, "lim."
"What English? I want to hear Chinese, including your full name."
Ruan Mian was in a daze, and her reaction was very slow at this point. After a while, she shook her head and said, "I don't know. He will tell me when we get married."
"Damn it." Scarface was so angry that he wanted to hit her again, but when he saw Ruan Mian lying on the ground covered in wounds and filth, he put his hand back down, thinking that she was, after all, a woman, and a fucking idiot.
Ruan Mian was on the verge of death. The madness of the previous episode had passed, and the addiction had seeped into her bones. Her internal organs felt like they had been thrown into a meat grinder and ground into paste. She was in so much pain that she clutched her stomach and dry heaved.
Her clothes were tattered, exposing large expanses of her fair skin. She had a slender waist, long legs, and a pair of large breasts with a deep cleavage. Combined with her beautiful face, she was a quintessential beauty, so alluring that it made one's blood boil.
Unfortunately, her body was covered in festering sores, and she was covered in mud after falling to the ground. She kept vomiting with her head down. Even the most beautiful woman would look terrible in this state. People in the throes of drug withdrawal are terrifying. The few people who had just been lusting after her now stopped drooling and kept their distance.
Scarface decided to get rid of this plague as soon as possible. He took out his phone and patted Ruan Mian's face, "Hey, wake up, give me your husband's phone number."
Ruan Mian opened her eyes groggily, "18..."
Scarface groaned, "Hey, let me remind you, answer honestly, or I'll kill you."
Like clutching at the last straw, Ruan Mian's hand tightened around the hem of her clothes, her palms damp with a fine layer of sweat. She gave her number, but before she could dial, Scarface's phone rang first.
As luck would have it, the incoming call number was exactly the one she had just given.
Scarface's eyelids twitched. He wondered how the other person knew his phone number. He stared at Ruan Mian suspiciously, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Ruan Mian lay on the floor of the dark, secret room, her hands and feet bound, her breathing weak, as if she were dead.
"Damn it." Scarface pulled out a pistol, pressed it against Ruan Mian's face, aimed it at her forehead, and pressed the call button.
The call connected, and a male voice immediately came from the other end.
"Put the gun down, help her up, I'll be there in ten minutes."
He hung up the phone after saying that.

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