"No?"
Yang Xinqi calmed down in an instant, took a deep breath, and lifted the man who was speaking from the ground, furiously saying, "Speak, what’s going on, are you an Absolute Justice dog, you bastard?"
"Yes, yes... I’m, I’m a bastard..."
"Old Yang, you interrogate this guy, I’ll take the one on the ground to the other side for questioning."
Zhang Su stood by and watched closely. The guy lying on the ground with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth was a tough one. Leaving him here would not only be useless but also hinder the other person from spilling the beans.
"Get up, move it, damn you, bastard!"
Before Zhang Su could make a move, Liu Yao and several others lifted the defiant guy from the ground.
The two were separated by a container, a fifty-meter distance apart, and the container occasionally emitted banging sounds. Unless someone had Zhang Su’s super hearing, nothing would be discernible.
"Ha..."
Zhang Su looked at the guy sitting cross-legged on the ground, smiled slightly, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, and tossed it to Zhao Dezhu, showing no sense of urgency for questioning.
"Smoker... Brother, what trick are you playing now?"
Zhao Dezhu took a deep drag on the cigarette, leaned close to Zhang Su, and whispered inquiringly, unable to make sense of this operation.
Zhang Su exhaled smoke and tilted his head towards the guy sitting on the ground, "He’s a tough one; his mouth will be hard to open. The main purpose of bringing him over is to intimidate the guy over there."
Beside him, Liu Yao donned a look of curiosity. Upon hearing Zhang Su’s words, he nodded in realization, inwardly acknowledging Zhang Su’s king-like scheming abilities.
"I don’t believe anyone can keep their mouth shut all the way. If you don’t plan to interrogate him, let me have a go?"
Zhao Dezhu eagerly wanted to try; he had never done this kind of job before.
Zhang Su shrugged and said, "Do whatever you like; the louder he screams, the better."
"Ha, in that case, I won’t be polite!"
With that, Zhao Dezhu tightened his gloves and turned to approach the man.
"Hey, what’s your name?"
The man saw Zhao Dezhu standing before him, cast a sidelong glance without much emotion, then casually shifted his gaze towards Zhang Su, who was smoking nearby.
"I know you’re the boss. Tell your men not to waste their efforts; I won’t say a word. If you have the guts, kill me."
Zhang Su was not angry at all, and he taunted, "Why is it that if I have the guts I should kill you, but if I don’t, I shouldn’t? With your current state, even a dog can bite you to death."
"Hey, big dummy, your boss is looking down on you, saying you’re a dog. Aren’t you going to kill me?"
Unexpectedly, the guy sitting on the ground spoke smoothly, employing borrowing force.
"Ha..."
Zhao Dezhu laughed angrily, clearly discerning the feeble attempt at sowing discord. He swiftly drew out the Dog Leg Military Saber that hadn’t seen blood for ages and said viciously, "Little punk, your grandpa here used to be a butcher. If you don’t want to suffer, you better confess quickly!"
"Finished venting your tough talk? Remember your grandpa’s name, ha ha ha..."
Da Gen burst into laughter after his words, truly exhibiting a kind of madness unconcerned with death.
Now Zhao Dezhu was genuinely infuriated. He stepped up and kicked Da Gen right in the face, sending him thumping to the ground, then placed Da Gen’s tied hands on the ground and stamped hard.
Most of the male members of the Yama Corps wore big cotton boots; the hearty heels would not only crush fingers but also crack cement bricks under low temperatures!
"Mm-hmm... Ha ha ha ha!"
Da Gen only felt his fingers shatter, an intense pain like a drill piercing his mind, but he forced himself to hold back from yelling, cheeks flushed red, using wild laughter to vent the agony.
Pang Dakun standing beside him twitched his face and took a cold breath in silence; at first, he didn’t believe anyone could be so resilient, but now he did, recalling his own injuries, thinking about how crucial his hands were.
"Speak, where’s your headquarters, what’s the situation, how many hot weapons, and what secret weapons are hidden?"
Zhao Dezhu gripped Da Gen’s neck, pressed the Dog Leg Military Saber directly under the man’s brow ridge with the implication that if he didn’t talk, he’d gouge out his eyeballs!
Unexpectedly, Da Gen had an unbridled smile on his bloodied face and just glared at Zhao Dezhu silently.
Zhang Su used a questioning look to gaze at Ju Mumio beside him.
Ju Mumio felt the gaze and whispered, "A deep intent to kill."
"Zhuzi, don’t torture him, send him on his way instead."
Zhang Su had never encountered a person so resilient resisting submission; this was quite the lesson for him. He never thought there really would be someone unafraid of death. Surely, Da Gen had some deeply painful experiences driving him to fervently seek death.
"Damn, he can’t die without purpose!"
Zhao Dezhu was furious, so he dragged the man aside, then shouted across at the container, "Watch carefully; this is the outcome of stubborn resistance!"
With that, he slashed the Dog Leg Military Saber across Da Gen’s throat with a flash of cold gleam, and a fountain of blood spurted out.
"Ah..."
Little Duck was fooling around with Yang Xinqi in the distance and saw Da Gen getting his throat cut, screaming in fright and nearly wetting his pants.