Dewdrop looked at Anxin with admiration and said, "Yes! But what does Miss need the fire tongs for?"
An Xin stared at Zhang San's tongue and said coolly, "Cut off his tongue and make roast meat."
The dewdrop shivered and turned to run away.
Zhang San, his mouth full of blood, was also shocked by An Xin. An Jin whispered, "Sister Xin'er, shall we continue?"
An Xin said casually, "Continue." As she spoke, she reached out to untie the ropes of another person. This person was pale and emaciated, a stark contrast to Zhang San. It was hard to imagine that such a person could be a murderous madman.
"Girl, my name is Li Si, I won't run away." Li Si grinned, revealing his uneven teeth.
An Xin said blankly, "Very wise."
Li Si chuckled and said, "You didn't call us here to save us, did you? Or is there some kind of conspiracy...?"
An Xin tightened the rope in her hand, and Li Si cried out in pain.
An Xin raised a cold smile and said, "Just as you thought, there's a conspiracy."
Li Si, covered in sweat, cried out, "Heroine, spare my life! Heroine, spare my life!"
An Xin said calmly, "What right do death row inmates have to talk to me about spare my life! If you don't want to meet the King of Hell so soon, you'd better behave yourself, and maybe you'll still have a chance to live."
Dewdrop rushed over carrying a charcoal brazier. Anxin picked up the fire tongs and looked at Zhang San, saying, "Open your mouth."
Zhang San shuddered and took a step back: "What are you going to do?"
An Xin blew on the sparks on the fire tongs and said, "Barbecue."
Zhang San's eyes widened, he staggered back a few steps, then gritted his teeth and shouted, suddenly lunging at An Xin.
An Xin dodged to the side, using the tongs instead of her fist, and suddenly lashed out at Zhang San. The red-hot tongs slammed heavily onto Zhang San's body, and with a "sizzle," Zhang San screamed in agony—two bloody welts penetrated his flesh, and a foul smell of burning rose up. Lu Zhu hurriedly covered her mouth and nose and jumped out of the room.
An Xin didn't even frown. Yan Zhen had chosen these ten death row inmates very carefully. Apart from being able to use brute force, their strength was average, and she could easily deal with them.
Everyone else shuddered.
Zhang San revealed his true colors and, with a loud shout, lunged at An Xin again.
An Xin twirled the fire tongs between her fingers, then instead of retreating, she advanced. With a series of "snap!" "sizzle—" "snap—" "sizzle—", Zhang San looked horribly injured, his skin torn and flesh ripped open. Strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed from the wound!
"I'm not fighting anymore! I'm not fighting anymore!" Zhang San covered his head and ran away like a rat, his huge body resembling a disheveled mouse as he ran around the room.
An Xin suddenly stopped and said calmly, "Dewdrop, measure his shoulder width, waist circumference, chest circumference, and hip circumference."
Dewdrop blushed and stammered, "Miss, this servant..." But it was a man! How could she possibly...
An Xin glanced at the dewdrop and said indifferently, "How is it?"
That glance was chilling to the bone, making Dewdrop shudder and hurriedly reply, "Yes!"
Zhang San was beaten so badly that he lost his temper. Although he was resentful, he dared not utter a sound. Only a wicked plan flashed through his mind, and he prepared to seize the opportunity to escape.
Li Si was a smart man, so he naturally didn't put up any futile resistance and was planning to escape when the opportunity arose.
The remaining few were obviously much less worrisome. These people had all been through life and death, and now that they suddenly had a chance to escape, they were naturally more cautious and would not act rashly.
After successfully obtaining the data, An Xin casually jotted it down on a piece of paper. An Jin asked curiously, "Sister Xin'er, what's written on the paper?"
An Xin frowned slightly upon hearing this, and suddenly looked at the paper. Her heart skipped a beat. She had been careless again. How could there be Arabic numerals in this time and space? She had written them down rashly. No wonder An Jin was puzzled!
An Xin casually put the paper away, then copied the numbers back into Chinese characters, and said calmly, "Dimensions."
An Jin blinked her big eyes: "What does Sister need these measurements for?"
An Xin picked up a brush and started drawing on the paper, ignoring his question. Dewdrop, who was beside her, pulled An Jin aside and whispered, "Young Master, Miss doesn't like to be disturbed when she's doing things. You'd better not ask."
An Jin nodded and leaned over the table to watch An Xin draw simple sketches.
Dewdrop tied up the death row inmates again. Taking advantage of the moment when no one was looking, Li Si stuffed the dagger on the table into his clothes, and then obediently followed the crowd to line up and be tied up.
Although Lu Zhu was shy and scared, the condemned prisoners were surprisingly cooperative. After they were all tied up securely, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Miss, I've tied them all up."
An Xin said without looking up, "Yes, someone outside has delivered what I asked for. Go and bring him over."
Dewdrop was taken aback and asked, "How did you know someone was coming, Miss?"
An Xin paused for a moment and said calmly, "I heard the sound of metal clashing."
Dewdrop listened intently and indeed heard a "clinking" sound. She immediately went outside and saw a servant being led over.
Originally, the An family had no servants except for her. Now, the master is busy every day and the madam is not in good health, so the young lady took it upon herself to hire a few servants and a steward.
As it turns out, Miss's judgment is extremely accurate. Those few people didn't talk much, but they were very conscientious in their work, and the master and mistress were very satisfied. At this moment, the one leading the servant over was Xu Hai, who is also the current steward of the An family.
Dewdrop went over and glanced at the servant. Then she looked at Xu Hai with surprise and asked, "Steward Xu, what's with these chains?"
Xu Hai, who was in his forties or fifties and had a very kind face, smiled and said, "A few days ago, Miss had a lot of iron chains made. Of course, I have no idea what Miss is planning to do."
Dewdrop sighed, "I've grown up with you since I was little, and I still can't understand your actions and thoughts."
When the servant led her into the room, An Xin had already finished a simple sketch. An Jin picked it up curiously and examined it carefully, but she couldn't understand it at all.
An Xin glanced at the iron chains and said, "Butler Xu, put these chains on them."
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Dewdrop, completely bewildered, asked, "Miss, was it because I didn't tie it securely enough?"