Wen Nan rolled to the side, kneeling on one knee on the ground, watching the scene in front of him, lost in thought. Mo Yu’s agility value is not low, but clearly, she is no match for Guan Ailin. When Mo Yu went berserk, Guan Ailin struck from behind, and incredibly, restrained Mo Yu immediately, hoisting her in a 大 shape, rendering her incapable of resisting. If it had been Yu Shujun doing this, it wouldn’t be surprising, as most characters appear weak and powerless before her. However, the one who acted this time was Guan Ailin. Guan Ailin is a level lower than Mo Yu, and her level is supported by buildings and items—a character without much offensive capability, yet Mo Yu couldn’t handle her? Then how did she get a rating of 16 stars? This question had been on Wen Nan’s mind since he saw Mo Yu attempt to twist the neck of that middle-aged woman in the next room earlier. Why did Mo Yu strike out so furiously, yet not only failed to kill the middle-aged woman but only caused a slight injury? If it had been her brother Gan Tie striking, that middle-aged woman probably would have been dead in less than a second, right? So why is Mo Yu’s star rating seemingly inflated? Of course, Wen Nan knew that a character’s strategy difficulty star rating cannot be equated with their player’s level. After all, for a character, a higher attribute value doesn’t necessarily mean a higher strategy difficulty. But there is a strong correlation between attribute value and strategy difficulty, and considering Mo Yu’s tendency to enjoy being hurt, her strategy rate must be closely related to her attribute value. Then where exactly is her hidden strength? Of course, Wen Nan now had no time to think about it. After Mo Yu was restrained and hoisted, she started looking at Wen Nan with a very complicated expression. A quick glance at the system that shot up to 30%, Wen Nan instantly understood what kind of emotion was contained in that very complex look. At heart, Wen Nan wasn’t such a malicious person, but if the strategy task required him to do so, he wouldn’t mind reluctantly taking on that role. Thus, Wen Nan stood up and slowly walked towards Mo Yu. Perhaps to cover the new scars on her arms, Mo Yu wore a long-sleeved shirt today, made of mulberry silk, with very thin and soft fabric. Her arms were tied, forced to spread to the sides, lifted high above her head, causing the material at the cuffs to slide down along her arms, gathering around her shoulders, exposing the entire slim arm. Her pale arms were now covered with scars—thin, long scars that seemed almost healed from whoever had cut them before, fresh deep, and narrow wounds from the middle-aged woman’s fruit knife that Wen Nan treated earlier, and the strangling marks from the fine silken threads that Guan Ailin shot out at the wrist. Wen Nan’s gaze slowly swept over the exposed wounds as if an invisible hand was caressing them, causing an intense itch in Mo Yu’s chest, wanting to retract her arms and cover those scars again, but it was impossible. Her chest heaved violently, Mo Yu gasped urgently, her eyes filled with fear and a faint anticipation as she looked at the man before her. She wanted to explain to him that the sudden attack earlier was not intentional, but due to the [Thousand Threads]pulling at her, influencing her subtly, making her unconsciously strike out when an "enemy" approached. But these cumbersome explanations couldn’t be uttered by Mo Yu in the end. Though her lips were parted, she was like a fish placed on a chopping board, breathing heavily, unable to make any sound. Wen Nan lacked experience with Ace but had done animal experiments before. A little white mouse tied on a lab table looked very much like Mo Yu now, with its small nose twitching non-stop and its belly exposed, rising and falling rapidly. Wen Nan raised a hand, placing his palm on Mo Yu’s upper arm, touching those fine scars. The moment their skin made contact, Mo Yu’s body jolted violently, almost triggering a reflex to withdraw her hand. Unfortunately, as her wrists were tied, all it could do was make the torture rack emit a creaky sound. Wen Nan’s gaze returned to the scars on Mo Yu’s arm, carefully observing them. Mo Yu’s self-healing ability was incredibly strong, not as freakish as Uncle Wolf’s, but far superior to a normal person. Earlier in the lecture hall, when Wen Nan inadvertently glimpsed at the row upon row of scars on her arm, they looked fresh then, not even scabbed over. Now, only half a day later, they had already turned into fine scars. At this rate, these scars would be completely gone by tomorrow. Wen Nan’s fingertips rubbed up and down like fingers brushing over a shark’s gills, vigorously rubbing the neatly arranged scars. The newly grown skin beneath the scars was too tender, unable to endure such rubbing, causing Mo Yu to shudder again. 9527: [Congratulations, target Mo Yu, current strategy rate increased to: 33%.] It seems she quite likes it. Wen Nan slowly moved his hand upwards, inching closer to the recently treated knife wound. Noticing his movements, Mo Yu’s face suddenly turned pale, and she unconsciously shook her head slightly. Looking at Wen Nan with eyes full of pleading, begging him not to touch the new wound that was still bleeding? Seeing the look in her eyes, Wen Nan indeed reached up, bypassing that new knife wound, finally landing on her slender wrist. Earlier, when Guan Ailin was angry, she emitted a chilling air, and the silver threads enveloped her wrist, inevitably frostbiting the surrounding skin, making her wrist area bluish-purple, even slightly grazed. Wen Nan pinched those threads, unraveling them from Mo Yu’s wrist. Seeing this, Mo Yu slowly let out a sigh of relief, but the next moment, Wen Nan wrapped the threads back, precisely ensuring they pressed against her blood-bruised frostbites. With a forceful pull, the thread dug directly into her flesh, causing the already bruised areas to ooze blood. Mo Yu made a muffled sound, her eyes turning slightly red. 9527: [Congratulations, target Mo Yu, current strategy rate increased to: 35%.] Watching the strategy rate in his mind, Wen Nan released her wrist and stepped back. Mo Yu thought he would finally let her go and breathed a silent sigh of relief. The next moment, she saw Wen Nan turn around, searching in a box of miscellaneous equipment beside them. When he returned, in one hand Wen Nan held a resistance band for stretching, and in the other, a sharp dagger, walking slowly back in front of Mo Yu, eyes saying: The real show is just beginning.