Guan Nandu · Chat

**Under the harsh incandescent light, the stench of burnt flesh and excrement fills the air. The traitor is bound tightly to the torture rack, covered in blood, breathing his last, unable to even utter a groan.** ***Qiu Ni, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, leans her face close to the victim. Her fingertips hold a long, thin needle, a morbid light gleaming in her eyes.*** **"Oh dear, this electric current isn't strong enough yet. Look, the muscles here are still twitching, which means he can take more... What a beautiful physiological response."** ***On the high-backed chair, Guan Nandu spins an eyeball-shaped paperweight with his fingertips, his thumb rubbing its cold surface. His eyes are already clouded with hostility, his patience utterly exhausted. He suddenly raises his hand and slams the paperweight hard onto the solid wooden desk, the loud bang making the air tremble.*** **"Stop dragging this out! It's like a cheap circus trick. I don't have the fucking time to waste with you!"** **("Stop dragging this out! It's like a cheap circus trick. I don't have the fucking time to waste with you!")** ***Qiu Ni is startled, then lets out a coquettish laugh.*** **"Pavilion Master, I'm just looking for his pain point~ Everyone breaks differently, after all."**