Ye Fan once again inserted a silver needle into an acupuncture point on the fake Zisha's body.
"Beast! You are simply not human!"
"Ten times the pain is already excruciating. You directly increase my pain to a thousand times! Are you still a human? You are a beast! You are a devil!"
"You will not die well!"
...
The fake Zisha roared crazily. He looked like a mad dog now, and he looked particularly ferocious and terrifying!
"You bastard! How dare you scold our boss? You're looking for death!"
As a result, when the bald agent heard someone scolding Ye Fan, he was so angry that he raised his whip on the spot and swung it hard at the fake Zisha.
"Zi la la!"
The fake Zisha suddenly let out a heartbreaking scream, and at the same time, his body began to twitch continuously, and his mouth opened wide, revealing a mouth full of blood, which was obviously scratched by the whip.
You must know that the pain on his body had increased to more than a thousand times at this time. As a result, the bald agent was still pumping so hard. A heartbreaking pain suddenly swept through his body, and the fake Zisha screamed again.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"Help...help!"
"Ah! I don't want to live anymore, please help me!"
...
A huge pain quickly spread throughout his body, causing him to tremble all over. This heart-wrenching feeling felt as if his soul was being tortured.
This pain is ten times worse than the previous pain!
He even once doubted whether such terrible pain could be a thousand times worse.
The fake Zisha finally couldn't stand it anymore, and immediately begged for mercy in pain: "Ye Fan! Oh no! Dragon King, I beg you, let me go, I really can't stand it anymore, I can't hold on any longer, help me!"
"
I saw the corners of Ye Fan's mouth turned up slightly, showing a sarcastic sneer, and said lightly: "It's okay! Just hold on a little longer, I believe you can do it! Come on! Here's Ollie!"
Finished!
Ye Fan also made a clenched fist gesture toward the fake Zisha.
The fake Zisha was so angry that he almost spurted three liters of blood!
Damn it! Come on, your ancestors? How can you endure a thousand times more pain just by trying harder?
Reluctance, anger, humiliation, hatred and many other complex negative emotions rushed into his mind instantly. This was something he had never encountered before, or even felt.
At this time, Ye Fan winked at the bald agent. The bald agent immediately understood and then raised the whip again, preparing to continue beating the fake Zisha.
However, at this moment, when the fake Zisha saw this, he was so frightened that he suddenly shouted: "Wait! Dragon King, please, stop smoking! I am willing to say! I am willing to say anything!"
"Wouldn't it be better if we cooperated earlier! Why do we have to suffer so much?" A disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth. What bothered him the most were people who would rather die than reveal the news.
But what’s the result?
Isn’t the other party willing to give in and confess everything?
The fake Zisha took a deep breath, swallowed slowly, and then said with an aggrieved expression: "I...I didn't know your methods were so ruthless! I thought you were worse than what you said before.
Death is meant to scare people, but what I didn't expect is that you are actually so cruel, you... you are simply crazy!"
After hearing the words of the fake Zisha, Ye Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a sarcastic sneer, and said lightly: "Whether it is crazy or ruthless! In short, the grass on the graves of those who oppose me will grow several meters!"