Break Their Fingers One by One

There was a loud bang. Someone had kicked open the door of the interrogation room Su Qianxun was locked in. Before the people inside realized what was going on, the three police officers who had been torturing Su Qianxun were choked and pinned against the wall. 

Long Sijue stared at the tormented young woman who was lying on the table on her stomach. His heart ached so badly, as though someone had sliced through it countless times with a blade. The young woman's hair was disheveled, and she was lying on the table with her face turned to the side. Her small face was swollen. There was blood at the corners of her lips. Her fingers were spread on the table, and they were covered in blood. As it appeared, someone had tortured her by mutilating her hands.