The owner of the art museum is very familiar with the Japanese army stationed, and the people they interact with are all senior military leaders, so they must know a lot of information that ordinary people don’t know.

Feng Yuntian didn't kill him as soon as possible, just to get information from him.

There are many ways to wake up unconscious people, such as pouring cold water on people, but Feng Yuntian only hates the Japanese and likes to use more direct methods.

I came to the low table where some short cakes, fruits and cooked food were placed, picked up a pair of chopsticks and picked up a piece of cooked meat, put it in my mouth and tasted it carefully.

Feng Yuntian nodded and praised: "No, not bad, this tastes great."

Then, holding the chopsticks, he inserted his right hand backwards and the well-made and tough bamboo chopsticks easily penetrated into the thigh of the art gallery owner with the support of huge force.

"Ao~"

The art gallery owner woke up in a scream of pain.

Unfortunately, my mouth was blocked by the cloth, and my heart-wrenching screams could not be made, and turned into a pig-killing scream covered by my mouth.

When the art gallery owner opened his eyes, he saw a strange man in front of him.

His pupils suddenly shrank!

The deep fear of strangeness made him want to stay away from the man in front of him, but his hands and feet were tied and unable to move at all.

It could only be like a maggot, and the difficulty of heart and courage squirming on the ground.

Feng Yuntian didn't rush to go up and control it. He couldn't escape anyway. He slowly put on the wine glass, picked up the sake pot on the table and poured a glass, and ate it with the dessert and cooked food on the table.

For more than half a month after marching in the jungle, although Feng Yuntian had no problem with nutrition in terms of food every day, the military rations were not heated and cold, which really made it difficult to connect with food.

Now that there are so many flavors of snacks on the table, Feng Yuntian naturally wants to enjoy his taste.

Feng Yuntian did not have any offensive action. The owner of the art gallery pushed to the wall after a difficult squirming, and had no way to continue to retreat.

He hugged in the corner of the wall and was full of vigilance, staring at the demon in front of him.

That's right.

For the art gallery owner, Feng Yuntian is a demon in his eyes.

Since the art gallery closed, the art gallery owner has seen Feng Yuntian’s eyes. He took a heavy hammer at the first glance, and a pair of chopsticks were inserted into his legs.

Without saying a word.

How could a person who is so cruel and violent from coming up, not let the art gallery owner be frightened?

Perhaps it is because people are now subject to the control of being unable to escape, or because the military theory deep in their souls is caused by the fact that they think that the Japanese are superior to other races, but they still have luck in the eyes that people in front of them dare not do anything to him.

As Feng Yuntian ate slowly, the art gallery owner gradually calmed down.

The narrow and slender breasts gradually regained the businessman's shrewdness, and his eyes kept turning in his eyes, obviously he was thinking about it.

Feng Yuntian discovered this guy's eyes, but he didn't take it seriously. He still ate delicious food and drinks wine slowly.

Only by eating and drinking enough can you have the energy to work.

I'm anxious and can't eat hot tofu.

Only by slow work can you do meticulous work.

These are the experiences summarized by workers and one of Feng Yuntian’s dogmas.

After 5 minutes.

“Uh~~”

Feng Yuntian burped an exaggerated burp.

The aroma of wine and meat sprayed out through his mouth, which scared the owner of the art gallery who had been there to fight Xiaojiujiu so much that he thrust all over his body.

"Okay, now you must be awake, so let's talk for a while. Friendly reminder: If you don't want to die so quickly, finally lower your voice a little."

Feng Yuntian's harmless smile walked to the owner of the art gallery and took off the cloth he said.

The reason why he dared to take down the cloth so directly is that Feng Yuntian has absolute confidence in his speed and can shut up as soon as possible.

After being a Japanese instructor at the Lion Dragon Beast Base for several months, Feng Yuntian's Japanese spoken language has greatly improved. It can be said that it is already a standard Tokyo accent.

Although the owner of the art gallery here was a little surprised that Feng Yuntian could speak such fluent Japanese, it did not change his thoughts at this time.

After the strip of cloth in his mouth was removed, he did not shout for help as soon as he could speak.

Instead, he threatened with a fierce look on his face: "I... I don't care who you are, what do you want to do when you come here to me? Don't you know what I am?

There are all the troops of our Great Japanese Empire outside. Do you know what the price you will pay for doing this? As long as I shout, you will die miserably."

The art gallery owner pretended to be fierce, but he could not hide the fear deep in his eyes.

"Don't beg for mercy, don't please, do the opposite, and threaten to protect yourself? Interesting, I have to say, you are indeed an interesting person, but a pity..."

Feng Yuntian admired him very much and gave him a thumbs up, but when he said the last two words, he stopped and the warm smile on his face became sweeter.

His right hand stretched out at a very fast speed and grabbed the two chopsticks inserted into the leg of the art restaurant owner.

Soon.

Just a moment.

I pulled it out.

"Um~"

The owner of the art gallery shouted in pain before he could even come out, and another piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth.

The chopsticks were inserted into the depths of the fist, and the pull immediately turned into a bloody eye, and a large amount of blood flowed out like a spring in the ground.

In less than three seconds, it passed through my thighs and flowed onto the wooden floor.

"Oh, it's bleeding, it's still very heavy. If it's not blocked, it will be life-threatening. Then I will be reluctant to help you treat it."

Feng Yuntian cared about the art gallery owner with a friendly look on his face, and poked the pair of chopsticks he had just pulled out and entered the original two eyes.

"Ao—"

The inn owner who could have survived the torture could not bear this kind of torture, and his eyes turned pale and fainted.

"Oh, this body is not good. I can't stand it after playing for a while. It seems that I have to strengthen my exercise to make him familiar with this feeling."

The words fell.

Feng Yuntian took another pair of chopsticks from the table and suddenly pierced into the thighs of the young man in the art hall.

I used to thorn the right leg, but now I am the left leg.

One pair on each side.

This is symmetrical, and Virgo is very good.

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The young man in the art museum who fainted just now did not expect that there would be another pair of chopsticks on his legs and woke up again in the severe pain.

In contrast, the screams this time were very weak, and even his mouth began to tremble.

On that pale face, except for the beans of sweat, there was only uncontrollable fear.

"May I ask, can this gentleman from Japan chat with me now?"

Feng Yuntian said this very friendly and could not hear any hostility at all.

But when the owner of the art gallery saw the smile on Feng Yuntian's face, he felt a chill of air on his spine rushing to his head, and he couldn't help but sway his whole body.

Because Feng Yuntian's kind smile was in his eyes the demon's hideous smile.

Let Qinglian in the art museum understand what a smile-faced tiger is.

Finally realized that what I met was not a person, but a real devil who was murdering without blinking, with a big terrifying smile on his face.

Under the control of fear.

Yusu Tanaka did not dare to have any luck anymore. Facing Feng Yuntian's re-question, he nodded wildly to agree and was willing to communicate with Feng Yuntian in a friendly manner.

"I think you are a little weak. You probably lack exercise. You have just played for a while and you have fainted twice. In order for us to communicate with each other, should I exercise you again?"

Feng Yuntian pulled out a pair of chopsticks and played with them in his hands, as if everything he had done was for the good of the art gallery owner in front of him.

And it is the kind of effort that does not seek reward.

Seeing the familiar devilish smile on Feng Yuntian's face, the art gallery owner knew that he would be killed if he continued, so he chose to shake his head crazy and said that he didn't need it.

"Okay, since you don't need it now, then let's take a slower look first and use it later later."

Feng Yuntian realized that through "friendly communication", this most visually impactful means had completely defeated the psychological defense of the art gallery owner, and finally stopped demonstrating the correct usage of his chopsticks.

He took out a cigarette and lit it, took off the strip of cloth from the owner of the art gallery, and said lightly: "I have no grudges and no grudges, you are just a businessman and civilian. I will not impose the blood debts committed by you Japanese soldiers.

Don’t worry, as long as you cooperate with me to answer the question, I will definitely let you go afterwards. First, answer the first question. Start with simplicity, what’s your name?”

As the saying goes: A cigarette after a meal is like a living god.

When you are tormenting, it will feel even more enjoyable.

"Tanaka...Yuo Tanaka."

The owner of the art gallery saw Feng Yuntian's ruthlessness and now he has become completely honest and dared not have any thoughts in his heart.
To be continued...