"Do you want to know where those four guns went?" Su Qing asked with a smile.
Brother Jian and his three men shook their heads like rattle-drums. 'Are you kidding me?' Knowing she could control vines was already more than enough trouble. If they found out where the guns went too, they'd be done for.
Su Qing asked again, "I'll say it one more time: are you really not going to tell me who's behind this? I'm not letting any of you go today, but you can still choose how you die. For instance, what if I have these vines slice open your skin, one cut at a time, leaving thousands upon thousands of tiny gashes all over your bodies? Then, I could have them carve off your flesh, piece by little piece, making you suffer for days and nights. You'll have to watch as you're reduced to a skeleton before finally taking your last breath. Is that the kind of death you want?"
