Lin Bingqian's dagger had just cut through Wenren Murphy's sleeve, when Xi Jian Yunchen's hand was like lightning, and he pinched her wrist with his palm.
She felt her wrist go numb, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.
"Lin Bingqian, it seems that life imprisonment is too light a punishment for you?" He sneered.
Looking at his sinister eyes, Lin Bingqian gradually recovered from her madness.
"Do you think I should lock you in a dark room forever, or let you be a slave of the Clothing Bureau for the rest of your life? Or...?"
Looking at his penetrating sharp eyes, her heart was shocked. Xijian Yunchen's method of punishing people would definitely make people regret being born.
Those punishments, no matter which one, will make her life worse than death.
She simply couldn't bear the life of being inferior to others.