931: C931 Interrogation

C931 Interrogation

In the large hotel room, the air was filled with gunpowder. As long as he was not careful, he could ignite it completely.

A black Wood Silo was pressed against Zhou Yi's forehead. Wang Chuan never would have thought that after Zhou Yi asked that question, that desperate young man took out the Wood Silo and pointed it at Zhou Yi.

Wang Chuan was extremely nervous. He subconsciously wanted to go forward: "Sir …"

Zhou Yi waved his hand and didn't take this matter to heart.

After which, a hint of madness flashed past the youth's eyes. Killing this young man in front of him would result in a generous reward, so much so that he wouldn't have to do anything else in his life and wouldn't have to spend anything on it either.

As long as he could deactivate the board, everything would come true.

"Go to hell!" The young man gritted his teeth as he spoke word by word. Following that, the strength on his finger suddenly increased.

Ka-cha! *

The expected sound did not come out, but the young man found that the weapon in his hand had disappeared. Looking at his empty palm, the young man was stunned for two seconds.

"Speak, who told you to come!" Zhou Yi held the weapon that was still in the young man's hand. However, his face had turned completely dark.

Zhou Yi was also a bit confused. This guy's method was really stupid. If it was a normal person, they wouldn't hire such a guy to assassinate him.

Therefore, Zhou Yi wasn't sure if these guys were here to kill him or to divert his attention.

The young man's face was swollen, some parts of his face were bleeding from the accident. However, Zhou Yi didn't manage to help him deal with them, so the young man seemed to be in an extremely sorry state.

What surprised Zhou Yi was that this guy didn't look too good. His temper was quite good. When he heard Zhou Yi's words, he turned his head and snorted coldly.

"Huh?" Your temper is quite bad! " Zhou Yi sneered.

This wasn't a professional assassin, but he had a bad temper as if he was a real killer.

Zhou Yi couldn't help but smile when he saw the guy with the long neck. Then, he moved his palm slightly and an exquisite small box appeared in his hand.

"Sir, what is this?" Wang Chuan glanced at it and then said with a puzzled expression.

Zhou Yi grinned. Then, he opened the beautiful and delicate box, revealing the contents within.

"Silver needles?" Only then did Wang Chuan see what was inside.

It was a box of about twenty silver needles, from the size of a pinky finger to the length of a palm, all neatly placed in the box.

Zhou Yi held the box of needles and looked as if he was reminiscing about something. After a while, he smiled and said, "I haven't used this box of silver needles for a long time. I'm nostalgic when I take it out today!"

Wang Chuan silently lit a row of wax for the young man. Then, he turned his head and said, "I haven't seen Mister use the needle for a long time!"

"Alright, I'll show you today!" Zhou Yi sneered and picked up the longest needle from the box. He then turned his head and looked at the young man.

Wang Chuan nodded slightly. Then, he saw Zhou Yi stick the silver needle that was emitting a cold light directly into the young man's left rib. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared.

"Teacher, that needle..." Wang Chuan was also frightened. He had never seen a needle as long as a palm disappear into a person's body.

Zhou Yi shook his head and looked at the young man with a smile. Then he said, "This needle is called a decapitation needle. I just developed it."

"Th-the decapitated needle?" The young man saw the needle entering his body. Hearing Zhou Yi's words, his body instantly froze.

"That's right, a decapitated needle!" When this needle enters your body, it will follow the circulation of your blood and travel throughout your body. When it goes an inch forward, you will feel exactly what the pain is like to your bone marrow. If you can persevere on and not die from the pain, then it will finally drill into your brain, and that will be the end of you! " Zhou Yi spoke leisurely as if he was talking about how sunny the weather was today.

Not only that young man, even Wang Chuan's scalp went numb when he heard this.

He was also one of the people who understood Zhou Yi the most. He was very clear about Zhou Yi's way of dealing with people. Of course, he knew that Zhou Yi's killing was as easy as killing a mouse.

As expected, not long after Zhou Yi finished speaking, beads of sweat began to appear on the young man's forehead. Following that, he let out a blood-curdling screech.

The youth could not describe the pain, but he could feel the needle.

Icy cold like the touch of a death god roamed through his blood vessels. With every inch he moved forward, his body and his bone marrow were filled with pain that made him shudder. This pain was more like the pain deep inside his soul.

He felt completely unconscious in the pain. He even felt that if he could just die of it, it would be a good relief.

But he was wrong, he was wrong.

Just one moment, he thought he was going to die. The next second, he was dragged back to reality by that ice-cold sensation. Then that bone-piercing pain would make him tense up again.

"Isn't this feeling too good to be a thief!" Zhou Yi leaned on the sofa and looked at the young man on the floor.

"I, I …" The young man's lips were trembling, and his pale complexion made him look more like a patient who had been ill for a long time.

Zhou Yi sneered and then said, "Wang Chuan, let's go to the feast. It's getting late!"

With that, he stood up and strode forward.

"Don't, don't go, I beg you, I, I'll say …" The young man quickly jumped forward and hugged Zhou Yi's leg.

Zhou Yi raised his leg and kicked the young man to the ground.

The young man looked like he had just been washed by water. His body was drenched in sweat, and even his hair was dripping with sweat.

He raised his head and looked at Zhou Yi with a pitiful expression. His eyes no longer had that cold and murderous look from before.

Zhou Yi looked down at the young man with a half-bent body and looked at him with a smile that was not a smile.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you …" The young man bit his lower lip as he spat out the word with great difficulty. Because of his excessive strength, blood had already flowed out from his lips.

"What if I say I don't want to know now?" Zhou Yi straightened his body and smiled at the young man.

"No, no, I must tell you. Please, give me a chance!" The young man ignored the pain on his body and quickly crawled to Zhou Yi's feet, hugging Zhou Yi's calf.

Zhou Yi sighed helplessly and then sat on the sofa: "Then I'll give you a chance. Say it!"

Hearing Zhou Yi's words, the young man's face paled. Then, he said, "Tell me the truth. I-I don't know who he is either!"

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