Shen Xi, clad in dark casual attire, slowly turned around and said to Jian Fan in a stern voice, "Dislocate one of his arms."
This show of force thoroughly intimidated Chen Fa, who kept retreating backward.
Jian Fan grabbed him by the collar, and with a "crack," Chen Fa's right arm was disjointed and hung limply at his side.
Chen Fa cried out in pain, "Who... who are you? Are you trying to commit murder?"
Shen Xi signaled Jian Fan to stand guard outside the door, removed her face mask, and slowly took a seat at the table, "I'm not that foolish. I just want you to tell the truth."
"Who... who exactly are you?" Chen Fa asked in a low voice, cradling his right arm with his left hand, his face twisted in pain.
"Director Chen, please take a seat," Shen Xi said calmly, gesturing to the chair opposite her.
She knew that the slower she was, the longer Chen Fa would have to endure the pain. This could push his defenses to the limits and yield the results she wanted.