the last traverser

"How about it, are you willing to talk now?" The manager controlled the iron rod in his hand and raged in the asshole of the gray-haired man, enjoying the pleasure of torturing the gray-haired man.

"Hmm..." The gray-haired man seemed to be against the manager, but he hesitated a few times and didn't speak at all.

The manager's complexion is very bad, isn't it enough for him to teach the gray-haired man in front of him a lesson?This man was so stubborn that he refused to tell the truth under such torture.The grey-haired man's face turned a little paler with a little force on the hand that was holding on to the iron rod.The pain from behind and the stinky socks stuffed in his mouth all shook the gray-haired man's heart, and the gray-haired man felt that he was about to collapse.

"Boss, if you don't take the sock out of that mouth, how can that person speak?" Although she disapproved of the boss's way of extorting a confession, Wen Ya has no position to stop the boss from doing this. After all, the gray-haired man is everyone's enemy. There is no need to be kind to the enemy.

"Oh! Look at my memory." A look of embarrassment flashed across the manager's face. Just now, he thought that his method of extorting a confession by torture had failed, but it turned out that he forgot to take off the stinky sock stuffed in the gray-haired man's mouth.

Pulling off the stinky socks from the grey-haired man's mouth, the manager secretly looked at Sikong Jinglian's face, and found that Sikong Jinglian didn't mean to blame him at all, and the heart that was afraid that Sikong Jinglian would blame him immediately calmed down .

"You can say it!"

"Bah, don't even think about it!" The gray-haired man found that his mouth had finally regained its freedom, he exhaled a few times, and became stiff again.

"Come here, hold his hands and feet." A gloomy light flashed in the manager's eyes, and he ordered the head guard who was standing aside to find someone to hold the gray-haired man's hands and feet.

Realizing that his hands and feet were being held down, a gleam of fear flashed in the gray-haired man's eyes. What is this damn fat man in front of him going to do?

"Since you still refuse to say it, don't blame me for being too cruel!"

From nowhere, the manager conjured up a silvery-white knife, and the silvery-white knife twirled flexibly in the manager's hand, making whistling noises one after another, as if people were showing how powerful this knife is. sharp.

"Daddy, the manager doesn't want to cut off the flesh of the gray-haired man!" Wen Ya asked uncertainly, smelling a hint of danger.

"Boss? It's possible for him to do this. If the gray-haired man is more sensible, he will suffer less. But judging by the appearance of this gray-haired man, he will definitely not give in easily, so the boss..."

Sikong Jinglian didn't complete the sentence, but Wen Ya still clearly felt the danger of the manager. She didn't expect that the manager, who usually looks a bit stupid, would have such a side. It's really a shame!Wen Ya sighed in her heart.

The gray-haired man could feel that his physical strength was passing away bit by bit. He knew that if he was injured again, he might not survive today, but did he really want to give everything away?If he said it, the king would definitely not let him go, but if he didn't say it, would he be able to survive?The gray-haired man hesitated.

The manager waved the knife in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, the gray-haired man let out a miserable scream, as if he had been tortured.

Wen Ya looked over, and saw that there was something extra on the ground where there was only a puddle of blood, and that object was the gray-haired man's right hand.Big streams of blood spewed out from the neat cut, the gray-haired man felt his vitality was rapidly passing away, and the gray-haired man's expression became disastrous.

"Uh... that fat man is really disgusting!" He took out a steamed stuffed bun with a roasted pig's trotter out of nowhere and ate it until he lost his appetite.

"...

No one answered Baozi's words, whether it was Sikong Jinglian or Wenya, they had seen more bloody scenes, so the small amount of blood caused by the general manager could not shake their hearts, and only Baozi was rare. Children who see bloody scenes will make such a fuss.

"Will you tell? If you don't, then don't blame me for cutting off all your limbs." The manager stared at the gray-haired man viciously, letting the gray-haired man know that what he said was not a lie.

Even the gray-haired man's mind is extremely firm, and he couldn't help taking a breath. Thinking of himself being cut into a stick, the gray-haired man felt a chill. Although he was loyal to the king, if the king and himself remained the same If you choose between adult sticks, then you will definitely choose to cooperate with the devil in front of you without hesitation, so as to avoid the end of being cut into adult sticks.

The cell fell silent for a while, only the sound of the gray-haired man's blood dripping on the ground echoed in the cell.

"I'll cooperate with you!" After a long silence, the gray-haired man finally made a decision to cooperate with Sikong Jinglian.

"Do you have any conditions?" Wen Ya couldn't believe that the originally stubborn gray-haired man would agree to cooperate with everyone.

"Conditions, do I still have the ability to negotiate conditions with you?"

The gray-haired man who felt that his blood was almost drained asked with a sad expression.

"I can heal your broken hand, but you have to make sure that what you tell us is the most truthful and most important."

Although the gray-haired man had agreed to cooperate, Wen Ya was still worried, so she increased her bargaining chips and asked the gray-haired man to cooperate with everyone wholeheartedly.

"really?"

"Do I need to lie to you?"

Wen Ya didn't say anything more, walked to the side of the gray-haired man, pressed the slender hand on the gray-haired man's body, a trace of chaotic force penetrated into the gray-haired man's body, slowly, a trace of light appeared on the gray-haired man's body In the gray light, the scars on his body from being whipped by the manager miraculously healed.

Looking at his recovered skin, the gray-haired man was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that the scars on his body had really healed. The gray-haired man began to believe that the second prince of Cang Yue Kingdom in front of him could heal his wounds. Restore the hand that was cut off by that damn fat man.

"Say what you know now!"

"As you wish, I will tell you what I know." The gray-haired man was very cooperative. After all, he didn't want to be a disabled person for the rest of his life, so Wenya at this time was the life-saving tree for him. If he doesn't grasp the straw tightly, then he is a fool.

The manager looked at Wen Ya's actions with a mournful face, and his heart was full of grievances. Second prince, second prince, didn't you see that person said that he wanted to take revenge on me?You still want to let him go and heal his wounds. Isn't this killing the old slave?