"Smack" A crisp sound sounded in the dark and dilapidated room.
And in the middle of the room, on a sturdy-looking wooden chair, a man with no pants was tied.
Feeling the hot pain in his face, the man looked at the guy who slapped himself with a puzzled face, and didn't understand what this slap meant Seeing Zhao Haichuan slap this person's face, the three bandits on the side also looked confused.
They all tilted their heads to look at Zhao Haichuan.
Xing Feng even asked in a whisper.
"Hey, why are you hitting him?"
"Isn't it all like this in movies?"
"Movie, your head, you've never done this kind of thing for a long time."
"Nonsense, how can I understand such a thing, do you think I'm the agent protagonist in some movie?"
The conversation between Xing Feng and Zhao Haichuan was whispering.
But since there was no other sound in this room, everyone could hear it clearly in this environment.
Especially the guy who was kidnapped by the three of them.
I don't know what to say.
But even if he wanted to, the rags on his mouth made it impossible for him to speak, and at most he could only make a "whine" sound and howl symbolically twice.
And after explaining to Xingfeng, Zhao Haichuan also restarted his own inquiry.
I saw that after he looked at the man, he stopped doing those bells and whistles.
After walking over and taking off the rags stuffed in the other party's mouth, he moved a chair over, sat in front of him and asked with a serious face.
"What is it called?"
"Hmph, no comment" Listening to Zhao Haichuan's question, this person didn't know if the tendon was twitched, and he suddenly became hard.
However, in the face of this kind of hard-mouthed guy, Zhao Haichuan was also unambiguous, and directly punched the past, hitting the person's face firmly. knocked out one of the opponent's front teeth.
"What is it called?"
"Strict, strict, six."
After being taught a lesson, this "Yan Lao Liu" finally became honest.
After spitting a mouthful of bloody saliva, he lowered his head and answered Zhao Haichuan's question. seems to understand his situation and dare not be arrogant anymore.
But listening to the words of "Yan Lao Liu", Zhao Haichuan frowned.
Then he continued to ask.
"The Organization" "Mutual Aid Society."
"It's the present that asks" Listening to this guy's answer, Zhao Haichuan also kicked the other party unsatisfied.
Then he snapped.
And after this "Yan Lao Liu" was kicked, a fierce light flashed in his eyes without leaving a trace, and then disappeared in an instant.
When he raised his head and looked at Zhao Haichuan's expression, he suddenly understood what this guy was asking.
Thinking of this, he thought secretly in his heart for a moment, and then said.
"Well, it used to be a mutual aid society, and now, it should be regarded as a peripheral member of the Night Demon God Cult."
After hearing this answer, Zhao Haichuan nodded with satisfaction.
Then go straight to the topic of asking.
"Has anyone come to you lately?"
"Well, yes, a lot."
"What about today?"
"No, no."
After speaking, this "Yan Lao Liu" also understood what the goal of these people in front of him was.
But the relevant information is in their own hands, as long as they don't say it, these few will know whether what they say is true They are not immortals, and they can't read minds.
Thinking of this, this guy's courage grew, and his mind began to think about how to use this opportunity to trap these people.
But it's a pity that no matter how well this "Yan Lao Liu" abacus plays, he will never count the person sitting in front of him, and he can really tell whether he is telling the truth or a lie.
Facing the "Yan Lao Liu" answer.
Zhao Haichuan didn't say much, just stretched out his hand behind him expressionlessly, and slowly pulled out his dagger.
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Then in the shocked gaze of "Yan Lao Liu", he inserted it into the other party's thigh.
"Ah, Caocao Nyima, you bunch of wretched" Feeling this intense pain, "Yan Lao Liu" couldn't maintain that cautious timid appearance.
Immediately scolded angrily in pain, and kept struggling with a hideous face.
But the fate of his doing so is also very obvious.
Zhao Haichuan's fist directly began to greet this guy.
Until the person who beat him didn't dare to shout, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he tilted his head and kept panting.
Looking at this scene, the expressions of the three Xing Feng standing on the side did not change.
Even if it weren't for Xing Feng grabbing the setting moon on the side, this little guy would probably go up to help.
And after "Yan Lao Liu" came back to his senses, Zhao Haichuan's inquiry also started again.
"Where is the man who took refuge in you today?"
"Let's go, let's go."
Listening to Zhao Haichuan's question, "Yan Lao Liu" slowly said the true answer.
At this time, he felt that his whole body was in pain.
It's especially my own thigh, after all, there's a knife stuck in it.
And after Zhao Haichuan heard this answer, he also nodded, and found that this guy was not lying.
After glancing at the other party's dying state, he continued to ask.
"Do you know where that guy went?"
"Meixing Mall."
"The night demon's stronghold next to the Meixing Black Bull Forbidden Land, is it there?"
"Yan Lao Liu" nodded, maintaining a weak appearance at the same time.
Quietly spread the internal force to the whole body, and began to repair the injured parts.
Zhao Haichuan thought for a while after getting this information and asked suspiciously.
"All the people who take refuge in the Night Demon will go to that stronghold, right?"
"Yan Lao Liu" nodded again, secretly thinking about the other party's question in his heart, it should be finished.
If you finish asking, then your only chance is to seize it.
Thinking of this, Yan Lao Liu also quietly closed his eyes and pretended to be very weak.
Wait for the other party's time to make a move.
But what he didn't expect was that Zhao Haichuan was not in a hurry to kill him after asking.
Instead, he smiled and asked a repetitive question.
"Now let's get back to the first question."
While speaking, Zhao Haichuan touched the dagger stuck in the other party's leg, and the expression of the painful "Yan Lao Liu" distorted.
"Don't tell me your name, it's still the so-called Yan Lao Liu" Listening to Zhao Haichuan's question, this person's heart was also slightly surprised. opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Haichuan who was smiling, and then couldn't help laughing. said to Zhao Haichuan.
"How did you find out?"
"Hehe, I can see through your lies.
Believe it?"
Regarding Zhao Haichuan's answer, of course, this "Yan Lao Liu" is impossible to believe.
I saw him take a deep breath slowly, and then spit out two words.
"Yan Hua."
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