Qian Zhiliang waved his hand, and the men at the door opened it, bringing Wang Han inside.
Inside the living room, the floor was stained with a significant amount of blood. A figure was curled up there, clothes in tatters, hair disheveled and matted with fresh blood. Several patches of scalp were stark red, appearing as though the hair had been ripped out by the roots.
All twenty fingernails had been pulled off—a sight painful merely to look at.
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