The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

The big boss of the gang, Abu Byrne, had a huge cigar in his mouth and was lying comfortably on a soft sofa. Two women in revealing clothes behind him were gently rubbing his shoulders.

On the coffee table in front of him were bags of white powder wrapped in plastic. It was pure white, without a trace of yellow.

"Are you sure this is cooked?"

A man in a suit sitting opposite him picked up a bag, observed it carefully for a while, and then asked.

"Can someone who is in charge of such a big gang sell you raw noodles?"

Abe Byrne took another deep puff of the Cuban cigar in his mouth, and then blew out a smoke ring happily.

"Just tell me if you want it or not."

The man in the suit waved his hand, and the attendant behind him placed an aluminum alloy box next to the powder on the coffee table.

Abby Byrne opened the box and found one small yellow croaker after another.

Picking up one and weighing it, Abu Byrne nodded with satisfaction, and then said:

"You can just leave after you get out. Councilor Ngora Elm's son is here to have fun today. There will be no police patrolling here tonight."

"I didn't expect that Representative Ngora Elm's son would have such a weird habit."

The man in the suit said with a smile.

"I didn't expect you to come here to buy fans, Foreign Affairs Officer Marcello Weiss."

A voice came from the darkness.

"Who? Where are the guards! What have they done?" ?

Abe Byrne shouted towards the door.

"Are you talking about him?"

A young man in a black trench coat walked slowly over from the door that had been opened for some time, holding a dark object in his right hand.

"Bang!"

Zhang Qi raised his hand and threw the dark object on the coffee table. The object rolled a few times among the bags of white powder and the aluminum alloy boxes containing gold bars. Then it fell off the coffee table and landed on the coffee table. between Abe Byrne's parted legs.

Abe Byrne looked down and suddenly felt a stream of heat flowing down his thighs into his shoes.

It was a bloody human head, and the eyes on it were wide open with death in sight!

"You spent a lot of money. I didn't expect that your cronies were retired from the special forces. No wonder his muscles are so developed. It took much more effort for me to cut off his head than others."

Zhang Qi walked to the sofa calmly and used the sofa to wipe the few drops of blood on the thorns in his hands.

"You, who are you"!

Abu Byrne, who was so frightened that he peed his pants, waved his hands in front of his chest randomly and screamed with a voice that was so frightened that his voice broke.

“Your customers should have an answer to the question “Who am I?”

Zhang Qi's eyes this time stayed on the man in the suit.

"Hello, midnight, Foreign Affairs Officer Marcelo Weiss. I think my mother didn't give you money to buy fans when she asked you to go on a business trip this time, right?"

"Boss, this is all a misunderstanding, boss"!

Marcelo Weiss was so frightened that he fell to his knees.

"Fainted"!

Zhang Qi didn't talk nonsense to the two of them. He directly used the coma spell to bring down Marcelo Weiss, and then focused his attention on Abu Bourne again.

As for the two women who rubbed his shoulders just now, they had fainted from fear when Zhang Qi threw the head on the coffee table.

"You all come in."

Zhang Qi said to the door.

Several Sicilian mafia members in suits walked into the room, their throats were squirming, as if they were about to vomit.

Although they were old men of the Sicilian Mafia and had fought on the front lines, this was the first time they had seen such a bloody scene.

The blood outside had formed a stream on the ground, and it made a clicking sound when stepping on it with boots. The strong smell of blood rushed straight to the forehead, making people almost vomit.

"Abbeen"?Zhang Qi waved his hand and asked the people who came to help this time to drag out the two women who had fainted from fright, plus Marcello Weiss.

"You, who are you"!

Abe Byrne calmed down, but his tone could still be heard to be trembling.

"It's the one who wants your life."

Zhang Qi said coldly.

"Tie it up".

Following Zhang Qi's order, several big men in suits immediately gathered around and tied Abu Bourne to a chair in the room with thick hemp ropes.

"Iron chair? You are such a pervert."

Zhang Qi glanced at the chair legs that shone coldly under the light, with a hint of obvious disgust in his eyes.

'Damn, does this Asian have some disease? Why are his eyes so yellow?'

Abu Bourne and Zhang Qi looked at each other and then lowered their heads. They tried hard to suppress the inexplicable panic they had just felt, but they never dared to raise their heads and look at him again.

"Your superiors and sources of supply"?

Zhang Qi continued to ask.

"Listen, man."Abe Byrne tried to make his tone lighter.

"It's my incompetence that fell into your hands today. Tell me, what do you want? Money? Women? Or medicine? I can give you whatever you want, as long as you let me go."...

话还没说完，一个戴着战术手套的拳头就呼啸而至，随后狠狠的揍在了他的腮帮子上。

Impact-like ripples began to ripple across his fat face, starting from where the fist struck and extending to the other cheek.The distorted cheeks forced the lips to open, and the first thing that flew out of the mouth were a few drops of bright red blood, followed by its back molars that were rotten due to drug and alcohol abuse.

With the muffled sound of broken bones, Abu Bourne's cheekbones and cheek bones also cracked, and the left side of his face swelled up like an inflating balloon.

"Damn it, you are sick, yellow-skinned monkey"!

After being punched, Abu Bourne became even more arrogant and cursed at Zhang Qi.

"Tsk, please bring me the gasoline barrel."

Zhang Qi slapped his mouth and gave instructions in French to the Sicilian mafia behind him.

Less than half a minute later, a strong man in a suit walked into the room carrying a tin gasoline drum from outside.

"I remember you smoke, right? Please give me one."

Zhang Qi said to the strong man carrying the gasoline barrel.

The strong man was stunned for a moment, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, pulled one out and handed it to Zhang Qi.

"Winston Winston? Good guy, I remember this brand is quite expensive. It's a pity to do this job."

Zhang Qi took a look and found that this cigarette was actually a famous Italian brand, and suddenly felt a pity.

If I had known earlier, I would have ordered a box of Changbai Mountain from China...

"Thanks, you can just take this guy's cigars with him later. It will be considered as compensation for this cigarette."

As Zhang Qi said this, he unscrewed the lid of the gasoline can.

"You, what are you going to do?"

Abu Byrne watched in horror as Zhang Qi walked toward him with a gasoline barrel, and then actually poured the gasoline on himself!

What on earth does this lunatic want to do!

(This interrogation method pays tribute to Brother Shui's work - I have no money to go to college and can only slay dragons)