After the person was cleaned up, their skin became fairer and they looked better, but their hairstyle was a bit ugly.
An Nuan: "Now the God of Darkness will probably be willing to talk to you. You explain. Why were you monitoring us?"
"You have a lot of supplies, so I just monitored you."
"Oh, then you should also know that we don't hold back when we hit people. I also want to know if the God of Darkness will trouble me if I beat you to death."
The boy was still a little scared.
Xiao Yu sniffed beside him and smelled a strange odor.
Fu Yunting: "The human siege was your doing, wasn't it?"
He broke one of the boy's fingers.
The boy screamed, "Pain, pain is also a gift from the God of Darkness!"
"Oh, what about this?"
Fu Yunting broke another finger.
The boy was in so much pain that he almost fainted.
Fu Yunting sneered, "The God of Darkness should be very pleased to see you suffering. Suffering is also a form of reverence for God."
The young man looked at Fu Yunting with the same expression as he would look at a lunatic.
Fu Yunting: "It took quite a lot of water to give you a bath just now. You don't need me to tell you how precious these resources are, do you? You'd better confess everything honestly, otherwise..."
Fu Yunting waved his hand, and Zhai Yan walked over, his blood transforming into slender needles.
"These things will pierce through your fingernails, pry off your nail beds, and then stick to your bones, separating the flesh from the bone."
"I don't know what your god is like, but the God of Darkness might be happy to see you suffer." Kuan Shu Ge
"Which finger do you want to start with?"
An Nuan felt that Fu Yunting was particularly bloody and violent today.
There was a sense of vengeful pleasure.
The young man shivered, "Don't scare me. I've seen a lot, and I won't be scared by these things."
Fu Yunting didn't hesitate and inserted a long needle.
Dark blood churned within, directly causing the person to faint from pain.
Fu Yunting splashed a basin of cold water, waking the person up, and asked, "Confess?"
"I, I have nothing to say. I'm just envious of your supplies."
"Still not telling the truth?"
Chen Wenjing was not just for show; she had already infiltrated his mind.
When Fu Yunting inserted the needle for interrogation, a name immediately appeared in his mind.
Brother Jun!
It was that bastard again!
Fu Yunting was furious, grabbed his hand and said, "The second one, I'll pierce it horizontally through your palm. The third one, I'll enter from your ring finger. Guess how many you can endure?"
"I..."
A stream of clear urine gushed out from his crotch.
Fu Yunting did not let go.
"Once this hand is crippled, I'll chop it off, then find someone to restore it for you, and then repeat the process. Do you want to bet on how many rounds you can last?"
Lao Niao: "You should at least have some backbone. You should last at least the third round."
Mi Shuang Shuang: "I think he won't be able to last. He'll probably give in by the second round."
Chang Kai Tong: "Let's bet big. Four rounds, for a chicken leg!"
"You're betting so big!"
Hai Chang Feng rubbed his head, hooked Chang Kai Tong's neck, and laughed, "I'm betting on the younger brother, plus another chicken leg."
An Nuan smiled, "You have to hold on. Our team members have bet two chicken legs for you. At least try to get past the third round."
He was stunned.
This pain would happen for three rounds?
No, this must be a dream, it must be a dream.
The sun had already risen, shining on his skin, and the burning sensation was more unbearable than the needle pricks.
Under the double stimulation, he was going mad.
Tian Nan heard that another live subject had been captured and excitedly pulled Huang Hun over.
Huang Hun was almost green with envy.
Normally, Tian Nan appeared to be a gentle and handsome person, but at this moment, he seemed more perverse than anyone else.
Tian Nan: "Is this him? He looks like he has a skin disease."
Everyone backed away.
Tian Nan smiled, "It's probably not contagious, but we'll need to analyze his blood to be sure. Brother."
Tian Nan patted his shoulder, smiling incredibly gently.
"Don't worry, you won't die in vain. You will help me take a big step forward in human medicine!"
After speaking, he took out a scalpel and smilingly made an incision on his body.
"Oh my god, you are all lunatics! Mommy, save me!"
As soon as the young man finished speaking, he fainted.
Tian Nan: ...
"What does that mean? I fainted as soon as I arrived? Do I look that unpleasant?"
An Nuan smiled, comforted him a few words, and then had Chen Wenjing share the information.
Hai Chang Feng organized the collected information and distributed it, then said:
"Brother Jun, male, approximately 25-28 years old, abilities unknown, but has a lot of food."
"He seems to have a large base, but he likes to find small bases and scattered individuals outside."
"His activities involve looting, massacring, and dismantling other people's bases. He particularly likes women and young girls, and has some peculiar hobbies."
"He has a strong aversion to soil, mud, and fertilizer."
Hai Chang Feng's last conclusion was summarized by that kid.
Brother Jun's men had gone to the sewers to look for him, and when they returned, they said: It's so smelly. If Brother Jun smelled it, he would definitely chop me up. He hates the smell of silt and feces the most.
Hai Chang Feng said, "I suspect that Brother Jun used to farm, or his family farmed."
Old Bird became more and more confused as he listened.
Brother Jun was only twenty-five or twenty-six? But the Brother Jun who blinded him was clearly around thirty-five.
Old Bird wondered, "Are we talking about the same Brother Jun? They don't sound alike. Farming... Have you ever seen a gun dealer who started by farming? Unless they were farming opium poppies!"
"I also find it strange. I thought Brother Jun would be older."
"Warm Total, look at this color."
Hai Chang Feng enlarged a picture.
After Chen Wenjing reached the seventh level, she could not only eavesdrop on others' thoughts more distantly, more widely, and more deeply, but she could also transmit the thoughts she locked onto as images.
Hai Chang Feng said, "I've asked Second Young Master to check this piece of clothing."
"It's a limited edition co-branded item from last spring, exclusively for the Chinese market. There were originally 100 pieces, sold at 250,000 each. Among this batch of co-branded limited editions, there are a few special ones."
He zoomed in on the picture. In the photo, the person had something shining on their left chest, half of it exposed, with a string of characters at the end.
"Serial number?" An Nuan was surprised by the discovery.
Limited edition items, combined with serial numbers, even if the original owner cannot be found now, it can be determined where the original owner is.
Fu Yun Lei: "This kind of clothing is usually bought by rich second-generation or third-generation heirs. But because it's so limited, most people can only wear it once or twice before hanging it in their closet as a collection."
"Rich people can afford not to wear it, but they can't afford to not have it!"