Su Qing didn't let the scum die a painless death. She wasn't a naturally violent person, but the things these scumbags had done, one after another, filled her with a burning rage.
With every squeeze of the vines, she forced them to confess their evil deeds. The scumbags were terrified by Su Qing's methods; they had never witnessed such inconceivable powers before. Their willpower had long since shattered, so they answered whatever Su Qing asked, confessing nearly every vile act they had ever committed.
The more Su Qing listened, the tighter her fists clenched. With a wave of her hand, the vines wrapped around them suddenly sprouted countless sharp thorns, which ruthlessly pierced into the scumbags' bodies.
"AHHH—" The pain made the scumbags scream in agony.
Tired of their howling, Su Qing simply commanded the vines to gag them. Unable to make a sound, the scumbags could only writhe, trying to alleviate the pain and the ever-tightening, suffocating restraints.
