Chapter 1562: Getting Involved Means Paying the Price Sooner or Later 2

Before she could even cry out in pain, "Crack, crack!" two more sounds followed, and her legs were also kicked until they fractured!

At this moment, the woman took a small knife from her person; it glinted with a cold light under the moonlight, sharp and keen.

The expression on the woman's face was colder than the blade.

"Just kill me, I accept my fate." The Big Sister closed her eyes; in her world, the winner takes all, and there was nothing left to say.

"Kill you? Haha, hahahaha."

The woman laughed heartily, as if she had heard a very funny joke, and once she had laughed enough, she said, "You're overthinking it. If I wanted to kill you, it would be as easy as turning over my hand; would I have waited until now? Death is too easy on you. You won't die; you will spend the rest of your life paying the price for your past actions!"

After speaking, the woman struck quickly, and after a few flashes of cold light, the Big Sister's hand and foot tendons were severed.

"Ahhhhh!"

The Big Sister wailed in agony.

But before the wailing could stop, the woman took out a packet of white powder and poured it into her mouth.

After finishing all this, the woman vanished into the vast night before the police arrived!

The police arrived.

"Don't move!" The pitch-black muzzles of their guns pointed at the Big Sister, who was lying on the ground, rolling in pain.

She couldn't help but move; it was too painful, and she simply couldn't control it.

The night wind was like a knife, and the ground was even colder, yet the Big Sister, who was rolling on the ground, was drenched in sweat.

She opened her mouth wide, appearing to be screaming, but she couldn't make much sound.

The police realized something was wrong: "Get her to the hospital quickly."

The Big Sister was sent to the hospital, but the woman who had escaped with her could not be found no matter how they searched.

Hospital.

After a brief examination, the doctor immediately determined the reason she couldn't speak: someone had fed her a mute-inducing drug.

Induce vomiting immediately; perhaps her throat could still be saved.

"Hold her with her head down, she needs to have her stomach pumped now!"

The Big Sister had no strength in her limbs and could only be held up by seven or eight people while they poured a large amount of water into her mouth to induce vomiting.

If they couldn't pour it into her mouth, they used a nasal tube, pouring water in through her nose!

At this moment, the Big Sister wished she could die immediately.

Her hands and feet were fractured, and every movement caused extreme pain; the additional pain of being held up was something no ordinary person could endure.

On top of that, having water poured through her nose to induce vomiting was truly a fate worse than death.

Although the Big Sister was usually fierce, she had always been the one to act viciously toward others, while she herself had been fine; this time, she finally tasted the bitterness. The pain of her severed tendons tortured her repeatedly, and she fainted from the pain several times.

Since she was already at the hospital, was fainting really hard to solve?

Every time she passed out, the doctors could quickly wake her up, and then she would be tortured again by the bone-deep, heart-piercing pain, all while unable to scream!

After several repetitions, it finally had an effect.

Her throat could speak; although it was still hoarse, she was finally able to talk.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, it's killing me..." This was the thing the Big Sister said most after she regained her voice.

The police asked: "Who did this to you?"

The Big Sister: "The woman who ran away with me, have you caught her?"

"I want to tear her into pieces, eat her flesh, and drink her blood..."

She was overthinking it; even if the person were caught, she couldn't do anything, let alone the fact that she hadn't been caught at all.

The police said: "Just focus on recovering from your injuries and stop thinking about those useless things."

The Big Sister suddenly remembered something and shouted: "The culprit was sent by the person who is a vegetable, yes, it was that old woman who sent her, you go and settle the score with the vegetable..."

No one paid her any mind; any normal person who heard what she said would think the person speaking was not normal.

During the treatment process, another hitch occurred.

She had been injured while escaping from prison, so the bone-setting would be covered by the state, but if the severed tendons were not reattached, she would be a confirmed cripple in the future.

The surgery to reattach tendons was much more complex than setting bones and required a lot of money.

This money could not be reimbursed and had to be paid by her.

"I don't have any money, if you don't believe me, check my pockets." She was wearing her detention center prison uniform when she escaped.

But the police produced a card and said to her: "This card just fell out of your pocket. We have already checked it; there is one million in it, and the card is in your name."

Now, the Big Sister couldn't explain herself no matter how many mouths she had.

Of course, she didn't want to explain it clearly either; there was nothing to explain. Having money for surgery was better than not having it; she didn't want to end up permanently disabled.

But later she realized that sometimes, looking "healthy" was worse than being disabled.

After the tendons were reattached, she looked like a normal person on the surface, but she couldn't walk more than ten steps, couldn't lift "heavy objects" over three jin, and let alone fight anyone—she could only be the one getting beaten.

Only after she was injured did she realize how many people she had bullied in the past!

Because these people all came looking for her one by one, returning the bullying they had once suffered to her with interest.

After the runaway woman escaped, the whole journey went smoothly. She hid at a sister's house and stayed behind closed doors all day.

Several times, police cars whizzed past downstairs, and she was terrified and scared to death, but fortunately, they were all false alarms!

Her sister went out to buy things that day; under normal circumstances, she should have returned in an hour, but this time she was gone for three hours before returning.

"Why are you only just back? You scared me to death."

"Good news, it's good news." The sister was beaming.

"At a time like this, what good news could I possibly have?"

"Listen to me, it's definitely good news. Guess who I saw when I went out just now? Guess who?" She didn't say it directly and kept her in suspense.

"I can't guess."

"Do you still remember Yellow Hair? He pursued you back then and was very interested in you."

The sex worker thought for a moment and remembered.

Yellow Hair was a pimp, and he had pursued her when she first entered the trade.

That guy had a sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked face and couldn't walk whenever he saw a pretty woman; he hadn't just pursued her, he had pursued every woman who was even slightly good-looking!

"What happened to him?"

The female friend said with great excitement: "Oh my, he's really hit it big now. Big gold chains, a small gold watch, wearing a mink coat worth hundreds of thousands, and sporting aviator sunglasses. I didn't even recognize him when he walked down the street; he was the one who recognized me..."

"How did he get money?"

Who recognized whom first? The sex worker didn't care.

What she cared about was Yellow Hair—how he had suddenly become so rich, and where the money came from.

The female friend said Yellow Hair was now doing business abroad, in foreign trade, specifically dealing with foreigners, and he was making money hand over fist.

When the sex worker heard "abroad," her eyes lit up, and she rubbed her hands together in excitement: "Abroad! Does he have a way to get people abroad? Did you ask him?"

"Listen to you, who do you think I am?"

"Of course, the first person I thought of was you. I asked him if money is easy to make abroad and if he could take people out there. Yellow Hair said no problem, if others can't go, can't you?"

The sex worker stomped her feet in anxiety: "Oh, why did you mention me to him? The police are after me now; what if he goes and reports me?"