All the equipment in the prison is unique. The handcuffs, shackles, isolation suits, and the iron cells are all unique. Even if the black man is a strong man in the early stage of the second star, he still cannot break free.
To put it bluntly, even if he could really break free and successfully escape from the prison, it would be impossible for him to escape from the ghostly energy barrier surrounding the entire prison, let alone the encirclement and suppression by the powerful Yang Bureau.
Of course, this kind of jailbreak is almost impossible to happen. After all, black people are now locked tightly and have difficulty even moving, let alone posing a threat to others or escaping from jail.
"Is it you?"
After seeing us, the black man's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
It is because of us that he loses his freedom in this dark environment and lives in fear every day.
If it weren't for us, he would still be the deputy sect leader of the Hell Gate, one person below ten thousand people. But all this has been shattered. He is now just a prisoner without freedom!
"Yes, I came here to interrogate you for some information. Don't you want to make atonement for your sins..." Kang Qiao said calmly.
"Stop farting, I know I'm going to die. If you have the guts, come and kill me, and let me finish you off." The black man cursed angrily.
"If you have the opportunity to atone for your sins, why should you just die for the sake of the ghost master? Aren't you a human being?" I advised earnestly.
"You're the one who discovered us, right?"
After hearing my words, the black man immediately looked at me with red eyes, and the murderous intent in his eyes was so strong that it almost overflowed from his eyes. To say that among us, I was the one he hated the most.
Because I was the culprit who caused him to end up in such a situation. If I had not medded in my own business, he would not have been caught.
"meet again."
Looking at the black man with a distorted face, I smiled and said: "It seems that you are living a good life in prison. You have food and drink every day. You are quite energetic."
"Fuck you." The extremely angry black man cursed: "The thing I regret most is sending fat cats and bats to assassinate you. If I had known that they were so incompetent, I should have killed you with my own hands!"
The leader of Hell Gate never shows up all year round, and Night Owl doesn't care much about Hell Gate's affairs, so the black man is basically responsible for the affairs of Hell Gate.
The attack plan against a few of us a few months ago was made by a black man. In his opinion, it should be a must-kill situation, but he did not expect that not only did the mission not be completed, but the bat was also involved.
"Is this the person you sent?"
Hearing this, my face darkened, and I immediately sneered: "It's a pity that your two men did not do well. Now one of them has passed away, and the other is in prison like you."
"I'm telling you, don't be complacent, you kid. We are not the only ones in the Hell Gate. The master of the Hell Gate will definitely avenge us. Just wait for death!" the black man said with murderous intent on his face.
"Are you threatening me?"
Hearing this, I immediately laughed and took a few steps forward. With a smile on my face, I raised a finger and said, "Just like you, in the war zone, I killed ten of them with my own hands."
I am just bragging. Night Owl is still alive, and the Jasmine Vulture and these ghost slaves were killed by Qianyue, and even Qianyue did not die in my hands.
Of course, the black man doesn't know whether I killed them or not. What he knows is that the grass-cutting operation did indeed fail, and all the two-star ghost slaves were wiped out.
And the one who caused their entire army to be annihilated was the young man in front of them.
Thinking of this, the black man felt a little comfort in his heart. At least he was not the worst ghost slave.
However, the black man still said with murderous intent on his face: "Just wait, sooner or later the people around you, your family and friends, will have to be buried with you for what you did!"
"No need to waste words with this stubborn guy, just do it when it's time to do it." Xiao Luoluo said coldly.
"Okay, then you two hold him down and don't let him move."
As Kang Qiao spoke, he began to take out two white cylindrical medicines from the backpack he carried. Obviously, these were confessional medicines.
Seeing Xiao Luoluo and I suppressing him tightly on the left and the right while Kang Qiao took out two potions, the black man suddenly became frightened and shouted: "What is this? What are you going to do? Release it quickly."
Drive me!!"
As he spoke, the black man began to struggle violently.
However, he couldn't release the ghost energy all over his body, so naturally he couldn't break free from the restraints of the two of us, so his struggle was completely powerless.
"Confession agent, haven't you heard of it?"
Concho grinned, and then stabbed the black man hard with a shiny needle tip.
"Ouch!"
The black man's screams immediately echoed through the entire cell, but because the isolation room was completely soundproof, his voice did not reach outside the isolation room, otherwise it would have attracted the attention of the prison guards.
After seven or eight confessions were applied to his face, the black man stopped struggling. Seeing this, Kang Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion: "The resistance of the two-star strong man is strong. If I hadn't stayed a few more times, I might not have been able to resist him."
It works.”
At this time, the black man's eyes began to turn white, his whole body began to twitch continuously, and he began to foam at the mouth.
Seeing this scene, I thought to myself that it was no wonder that this confessional agent was not exposed to the light. It is indeed a bit anti-human to use it on people.
But then again, this black man is a heinous person who has killed countless people, so there is no psychological pressure on him.
"Is this possible? I see that he is foaming at the mouth and about to lose consciousness." I couldn't help but ask.
"It can be done. Two-star strong men are not so fragile. The body has lost consciousness but the spirit is still there." Kang Qiao smiled, then looked at the black man foaming at the mouth and asked: "Wang Yikang, can you hear me?"
Do I speak?"
Wang Yikang is the black man's real name. Kang Qiao must have told Wang Yikang's real name to facilitate the interrogation.
"...Yes." After being silent for a long time, Wang Yikang, the black man, said slowly.
There's drama!
Seeing this scene, I beamed with joy. Judging from this situation, we have been more than half successful. Next, as long as we guide him to expose the identity of the master of the Hell Gate, we will win!
Seeing the black man's response, Kang Qiao also looked happy, and then asked: "I want to ask you a question next, and you must answer it truthfully."
Compared with the first time, Wang Yikang's reply was obviously much faster this time. He paused for a moment and then said: "Okay..."
"Now let me ask you, who is the master of the Hell Gate?" Kang Qiao went straight to the topic and said with burning eyes.
As long as Wang Yikang answers this question, we will be considered successful and can go back to do business, and I can go to the Imperial Bureau with peace of mind.
However, after Kang Qiao asked this question, Wang Yikang did not answer immediately like last time. Instead, his face began to look painful and he groaned.
"Who is the master of the Hell Gate?" Upon seeing this, Kang Qiao did not give up and asked.
"Yes Yes..."
While answering this question, Wang Yikang seemed to be hindered by something. A lot of sweat began to ooze from his forehead, and the pain on his face became more and more intense.
Just when we suspected that Wang Yikang could not tell the answer, Wang Yikang finally said a person's name at a slow speed.