The supreme master of the female president

"You really want to die?" Yang Yitian's face was gloomy, he stepped on the necks of the members of the Dark Temple, and said in a cold tone: "I have a way to make your life worse than death, crying and begging me."

Seeing Yang Yitian's gloomy pupils, the members of the Dark Temple's heart tightened. He was not afraid of death, but he might not be able to survive the cruel interrogation method. He roared hoarsely: "Death, don't dream I won’t tell you anything, kill me if you can.”

The hostility on Yang Yitian's face disappeared, and the corners of his mouth drew an arc. He squatted down beside the members of the Dark Temple, took out an extremely sharp tactical knife, and said lightly: "I remember that there is a kind of interrogation and punishment in the dark world. It is extremely cruel, and it is specially used to deal with some stubborn people, do you know what it is?"

"Gudong." Hearing Yang Yitian's words and the seething smile on the corner of his mouth, the members of the Dark Temple were terrified, as if they had guessed something, the hairs on their bodies stood on end.

"Please wait a moment, I'll be back soon." Yang Yitian stood up with a smile, and walked slowly into the depths of the jungle. This member of the Dark Temple struggled desperately to escape, but his hands and feet were trampled on. Broken and broken, he could only lie on the grass and couldn't move, and he couldn't even commit suicide.

After a long time, Yang Yitian came back, still holding a bamboo in his hand. He sat down in front of the members of the Dark Temple, and while peeling the bamboo, he said with a flat smile: "If you say it now, maybe I can let you To die more quickly, without having to suffer the fear and pain of life passing by little by little."

"Stop dreaming, kill me soon, you are a noble god, how can you use such despicable and cruel methods!" The members of the Dark Temple roared hysterically, knowing that Yang Yitian was deliberately intimidating himself. Tortured methods to crush one's own psychological defenses.

Yang Yitian smiled and said nothing, and cut the finger-sized bamboo to a very sharp point.

"Okay, when you want to talk, come and tell me." Yang Yitian grabbed the hand of the member of the Dark Temple, and pierced his blood vessel with a sharp bamboo, and blood gushed out for a while. He couldn't die at all, he could only feel the continuous flow of life from his body in the torment and pain.

"Reaper, you are a devil, bastard, kill me if you have the ability, don't use these despicable means!" The members of the Dark Temple turned pale, death is not terrible, what is terrible is dying in the pain of abuse.

Yang Yitian turned a deaf ear to him, ignored him, and walked towards Yuan Zheng, whose head was bleeding and half unconscious, not far away.

"What do you want to do?" Yuan Zheng's eyes were full of fear. Although his head was in severe pain as if it was splitting apart, Yang Yitian saw all the scene he did to the members of the Dark Temple just now, and his heart was terrified. Don't dare to let out the air.

"Jiangtian Group's financial crisis, and Jiangyue's car accident, were you instigated behind the scenes?" Yang Yitian looked gloomy, Yuan Zheng was just a pawn being used by others, and he already knew what he should know Clearly, there is nothing to interrogate.

"No, it's not me, it's all done by Zheng Qin, you go find him." Yuan Zheng shook his head desperately, Yang Yitian is Jiang Yue's son-in-law, and he knew that if he admitted it, he would surely die.

"He's already dead, so go down and accompany him too!" Yang Yitian's pupils sank, and killing intent burst out. He will immediately notify Joanna to deal with the Dingtian Chamber of Commerce after Yuan Zheng and the Dark Temple are dealt with. A devastating blow, and then attend the upcoming meeting of the gods and wrench Poros' neck with his own hands.

"No, no, I don't want to die, Mr. Yang. I can surrender to you and be your dog. Please let me go." Feeling the killing intent released by Yang Yitian, the blood in Yuan Zheng's body was so cold that it stopped He is not very clear about Yang Yitian's true identity until now. He only knows that this man is Jiang Yue's door-to-door son-in-law, and he is also related to the dark world. Don't even dare to offend.

"You are not qualified!" After Yang Yitian finished speaking, he stretched out his hand like lightning, pinched Yuan Zheng's neck, snapped it immediately, and immediately threw his body aside.

Yuan Zheng's pupils were dilated and lifeless. He never thought that Yang Yitian would be so decisive and vicious at the moment before he died, without a trace of procrastination.

Yang Yitian's face was indifferent, it seemed that Yuan Zheng's death was like an ant to him, and he didn't take it seriously at all, as if the man who once made countless forces in the dark world feared had completely returned.

"Where is your headquarters?" Yang Yitian came to the members of the Dark Temple again with calm eyes. At this time, more than half of his life had passed away, and even breathing was extremely laborious, and his whole face was as pale as a dead person.

However, the willpower of the members of the Dark Temple was still strong, and they didn't answer Yang Yitian's intention at all, showing a look that you can kill if you want to.

Yang Yitian's eyes narrowed into a line, he didn't want to spend too much time on this little guy, after pondering for a long time, killing intent spread from his body.

"I know you can't hold it anymore, I just want to ask you one thing, and I will give you a happy time if you tell me." Yang Yitian lowered his head, stared at the members of the dark temple under his feet, and said in a deep voice: "Who put My identity was revealed to Poros, your palace lord?"

"I don't know. I was ordered to protect Yuan Zheng. I don't know the rest." After finishing speaking, the members of the Dark Temple closed their eyes and said hoarsely, "Reaper, you should fulfill your promise."

Yang Yitian frowned, because this answer was equivalent to not saying anything.

However, Yang Yitian didn't go back on his word, and raised his foot to break his neck.

The members of the Dark Temple didn't suffer any pain, they just struggled a few times before swallowing their last breath.

A gust of cold wind blew across Yang Yitian's face. He stared at his eyes with a melancholy expression, and finally made a huge decision in his heart. He took out his mobile phone and made a call, and said in a commanding tone: "In one day , report to me the location of the Dark Temple headquarters."

"Reaper?" A voice of extreme astonishment came from the other side of the phone. He is a high-level intelligence officer of the dark web, and he only serves the supreme god, and the number Yang Yitian dialed is dedicated to Reaper.