"Do you know?" Zhuo Yifan continued to ask coldly.
The noise created by Zhuo Yifan attracted the attention of everyone in the basement. Whether it was the snakeheads of the Sancha Gang or people on Zhuo Yifan's side, they all knew that torture and extorting confessions was probably a necessary procedure. But Zhuo didn't expect it.
Yifan's movements are so fast and his strikes are so sharp, it gives people a chilling feeling.
"No... I don't know!" The black man was indeed no ordinary person. He actually gritted his teeth and stood up. Big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and his face was pale. If he had been an ordinary person, he would have fainted from the pain.
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"It's quite tough! It seems that my method is a bit too merciful! But don't worry, I still have many ways to use it on you. For example, I can cut off your ears or dig out your eyes. Your
You can chop off the ten fingers one by one!" Zhuo Yifan nodded with satisfaction, then squinted his eyes and said coldly.
"You...you devil! I don't know who that person is, I've never seen him before! Even if you kill me, I can't tell you!" The black man looked at Zhuo Yifan with a look of horror on his face and defended anxiously.
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"Kill you? Murder is illegal! I am a law-abiding citizen. But I have a way to make your life worse than death!" Zhuo Yifan sneered, and then said to Kudo Jiro beside him: "Press his hand on
On the stool!”
Kudo Jiro seemed to understand Zhuo Yifan's thoughts and couldn't help grinning secretly. However, he naturally did not dare to disobey Zhuo Yifan's instructions. Besides, as the leader of a group of four, it was not like he had never seen torture and confessions being extorted. It's just that
Zhuo Yifan was severely punished as soon as he came up. This time, the black man will probably shed half of his skin even if he doesn't die!
Kudo Jiro grabbed the wooden stool next to him and placed it in front of the black man. Without any explanation, he grabbed the black man's right hand and pressed him firmly to the surface of the stool.
"Every ten seconds, cut off one of his fingers until he is willing to speak!" Zhuo Yifan said calmly, as if the other person was not a person but an ant.
Kudo Jiro agreed, took a sharp dagger from the man next to him, waved it in front of the black man, and said threateningly: "You heard what our boss said! It's up to you whether you tell me or not.
Otherwise, your fingers will not be saved!"
At this time, everyone in the audience focused their attention on Zhuo Yifan. To be precise, it should be on the big black man. The snakeheads of the Sancha Gang all showed horrified looks, and Zhuo Yifan
People here want to see how their boss interrogates prisoners. But this bloody and violent method is a bit too cruel, isn't it? It's not like Fenghuang and others have never seen torture to extract confessions, but no matter what,
No matter how torture is used, no parts will be missing from the person's body. It is just some physical pain and mental torture. Zhuo Yifan's method made them feel a little timid.
Qing Yan looked at the scene in front of her with a so-called expression, the expression on her face was very calm.
"I...I really don't know! Just kill me!" The big black man stared at Kudo Jiro in horror, shaking his head nervously and begging.
"It's easy to die, but you have to ask what our boss wants! Since you refuse to say it, I can only do it according to the boss's wishes!" Kudo Jiro shook his head in frustration, and then asked his younger brother to help.
He held down the black man's right hand and separated a little finger from it, giving Kudo Jiro room to use the knife.
