Gao Yang's body had been stabbed into eight needles. He was in great pain, but Fatino enjoyed it very much.

The good news is that so far, Gao Yang has not lost any physical functions, because every needle knife of Fatino avoids nerves and tendons, but the bad news is that Fatino will sooner or later destroy his important physical functions.

Fatino raised a needle knife and smiled at Gao Yang, "Where did we stab this one into?"

Gao Yang's voice became a little hoarse, and the huge pain made him exhausted, and even he was powerless to curse.

Just as Fatino slowly pierced a spike into Gaoyang's thigh, the door suddenly opened, rushed in alone, waved to Fatino, and then left in a hurry after whispering a few words in Fatino's ear.

Fatino looked at Gao Yang, stared at Gao Yang for a moment, shook his head and said loudly: "You are so lucky."

Gao Yang was very surprised. Then when Fatino slowly pulled out needles from him, it felt like a surprise.

Now, let alone letting Gao Yang go, just giving him a short rest is enough to surprise him.

He pulled out the needle knife one by one, and blood soon appeared on Gao Yang's body, but Fatino did not take any measures to stop the bleeding. The wounds were very small and did not destroy any blood vessels, and the blood would soon stop by itself.

Pulling out the needle knife, Fatino took out a black headband and put it on Gao Yang's head in silence. Gao Yang originally planned to say something, but in order to avoid irritating Fatino and causing trouble, he finally chose to shut up.

Is Mario going to let him go? This is Gao Yang's only idea.

Soon, Gao Yang could hear a lot of footsteps, and then he felt a slight pain on his arm. Someone gave him an injection, and soon, he was lifted up, his feet were still tied, and his hands were locked behind him. Gao Yang was half-carried out by two people.

Is he going to be killed or released? Gao Yang was puzzled in his heart until he heard the huge noise from the helicopter that he finally understood that he was going to take him away.

Gao Yang endured great sleepiness until he was stuffed into the helicopter cabin. Then he finally couldn't resist the sleepiness that was hit like a flood and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but when Gao Yang finally woke up, he felt his head hurt. When he subconsciously wanted to touch his head, he found that his arm was locked on the armrest of the chair.

After Gao Yang tried hard to recall what happened, he finally found that his situation had not improved at all. He was still locked in a chair and was not wearing clothes. Fatino was standing opposite him. The only change was to change a room, no longer the dark room, but a very bright room with tiles on the walls.

"You wake up, then let's go ahead and you can give yourself a break because the next time will be long and we will be very tired."

After saying with a smile, Fatino picked up a small syringe and injected it into Gao Yang's arm.

Gao Yang smiled disdainfully and said, "What is this? Is it true? It seems that you have to use this thing."

After Fatino slowly finished the injection, he smiled at Gao Yang and said, "No, it's not a real dose, I never use that thing."

After returning to Gao Yang, Fatino smiled and said, "I don't need to spit out the real medicine. Spit out the real medicine can sometimes make people ask questions and answers unconsciously, but this may be useful for normal ordinary people. However, in many cases, the confession obtained by spit out the real medicine is not correct, because spit out the real medicine will fragment the consciousness, so the answer is fragmented and will not be completely accurate, or the most important part is omitted, especially the large dose of spit out the real medicine will destroy the human brain, turn people into madness or irreversible. When there is only one person to interrogate, I obviously cannot take the risk of turning you into a madman with no value."

After saying that, Fatino walked up to Gao Yang again and smiled, "So I can only take a long but absolutely no mistake."

He stabbed a needle into Gao Yang's arm, with thin wires behind the needle, and then took a small circle and stuck it on the needle. Fatino gently patted it with his hand and smiled, "That's it."

Gao Yang smiled weakly and said disdainfully at Fatino: "So your level is still at the level where external forces must be used. It's too bad. The masters I know can destroy your heart without any tools. You wait, I will let you try it."

Fatino smiled and said, "Is that so? I'm looking forward to it."

One by one, he stabbed the needles dragging the wire into Gao Yang's skin, on his head, arms, front chest and back, and at least a dozen needles were pierced. Fatino returned to the chair opposite Gao Yang, slapped his hand, and smiled and said, "Okay, it's ready. Next, let's waste it slowly. I'll remind you, don't close your eyes, otherwise you will be in a miserable state."

Gao Yang laughed again with disdain, just a little weak feeling.

"Fake Oil, you incompetent waste, you were planning to get the confession you wanted by not letting me sleep? Fatino, you are really useless. Let's make a bet, your trick won't work."

Fatino smiled and said, "Yes, you guessed it right, I just don't let you sleep until you break down and say everything. This trick is old-fashioned but really effective, so I just injected you with hypnosis drugs, which will make you sleepy, but not make you lose consciousness. Since you understand, then we're starting."

Gao Yang was very happy because he was forced to confess by not letting him sleep, which was equivalent to him having time.

Fatino reached out and turned on a lamp, which was particularly bright, and then he pointed the lamp port at Gao Yang.

Gao Yang no longer stimulated Fatino because the current interrogation method was what he wanted, so that he could win time to wait for someone to rescue him. It would be bad if Fatino, who was stimulated by him, would be fine.

Fatino sat down with his legs crossed. He looked at his watch, then smiled at Gao Yang and said, "I'll make a bet with you, you can't last twenty-four hours."

Gao Yang exhaled and smiled, "Betting you that I can last for seventy-two hours, and after seventy-two hours, well, it doesn't matter anywhere."

Fatino said curiously: "Why doesn't it matter after 72 hours?"

Gao Yang said slowly but firmly: "Because my people should arrive at that time. They will catch you and repay you a hundred times what you have done to me!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!