I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 924, 919. Interrogation
Although the throwing knives opposite him seemed to have a life of their own and gained the upper hand in the battle against his spikes, Ma En could still contend with his opponent through overwhelming numbers, and that was enough.

Because there are three of them.

While the opponent was preoccupied with fighting Marne's throwing knives, Gray Rabbit suddenly teleported behind her with the magician, and the moment he appeared, he threw a black cloth behind the female warrior.

The female warrior, realizing this, immediately prepared to react, but at that moment, dozens of sharp spikes hidden around Ma En suddenly broke through the interception of other throwing knives and rushed towards her, while Gray Rabbit flickered as if doing something.

Ultimately, despite Gray Rabbit's flashing punches, she was unable to dodge the magician's attack.

A black magic cloth was draped over her back, and then, as if she had never existed, she vanished as the cloth touched the ground.

"Done." The magician smiled smugly, then looked up at Marne. "By the way, that guy doesn't seem to be dead yet, does he?"

Marx and Engels nodded:

"in my possession."

After saying that, he used his telekinesis to pull the blood-soaked man over. Under his frenzied attack, the middle-aged martial artist was on the verge of death, but still had a few breaths left.

Seemingly noticing Ma En's movement, he slightly raised his blood-stained eyelids, his eyes filled with hatred and resentment towards them, yet at this moment, this emotion seemed particularly pathetic.

"You will not have a good end," he said weakly.

The gray rabbit remained silent with a cold expression, while the magician smiled.
“I’ve heard this kind of talk dozens of times. Now it’s not about whether we will have a good ending, but whether your disciples will have a good ending, especially your eldest disciple.”

As he spoke, the magician pulled a black cloth bag from his pocket and shook it directly in front of the man.

Ma En could vaguely hear the sounds of living things coming from inside.

"Don't let him die," the magician ordered.

After saying this, the gray rabbit teleported directly behind the man and quickly and roughly stabbed something into his back, then teleported to the magician's side.

Anger flashed in the man's eyes, but his complexion improved considerably.

He gritted his teeth and asked:
"Who sent you? What do you want? How much money did he give you? I can pay more..."

The magician interrupted with a smile:
"We don't have the habit of betraying our employers. Credit is very important in this industry. Of course, unless you can really afford to pay us enough for the rest of our lives, but unfortunately you can't."

"So, now tell me obediently, where did you hide the Eight Directions Sword?"

The middle-aged man revealed a resolute expression:

"Bah, you lackey of the Demonic Sect, I don't even know where the Eight Directions Sword is."

The magician smiled:

"Really? Then let us help you remember, Marx and Engels..."

Maren understood the meaning in his tone, and he looked at the man expressionlessly. Instantly, countless tiny bloodstains appeared on his body, and then these bloodstains seemed to come alive, rapidly "breathing" and surging on his skin, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The martial artist showed a pained expression, but his eyes became even more resolute.

Seeing him gritting his teeth, the magician laughed even harder.

"I like tough guys, but your insistence is useless. The worst-case scenario for us is to spend some money to hire a professional brain extractor and have them extract what we want directly from your brain."

"You martial artists' mental defenses may be able to withstand third-rate mental ability users, but you know very well that in front of a Mind Picker, these defenses are nothing more than a little trick to buy time."

"Don't even think about trying to commit suicide by swallowing your breath. We've already given you anesthesia. You're already our prey now. All resistance is futile."

The martial artist spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes fixed on the magician with a sinister glint:
"You'd better take me to the brain-stealer and see if my friends find you. I know you want to resolve this on the spot."

"Heh, we're all going to die at your hands sooner or later anyway, dragging it out will at least make you spend more money."

The magician raised the bag in his hand, his smile still on his face, but his eyes were unusually cold:
"So it's okay if we sell her to the Leviathan Wanderers? And what about your other disciples? They have no idea what's going on. Do you think it's necessary for us to slaughter them all?"
“Oh no, we don’t necessarily have to kill them. I think there are many places that need so many young and healthy men and women. I can think of several supply points right now.”

The man stared intently at him, his expression murderous.
"They will find you and skin you alive with their bare hands."

The magician burst out laughing:
"Is this the most ruthless way of revenge you can think of? Don't worry about me. I've killed too many of you martial artists. I know how much you stubborn mules like to seek your own death, but they've never caught me."

"No one can catch me, not even the Goddess of Darkness, not even the Thriller Bark."

"You think your chivalrous friends can catch me? Don't dream. They've tried countless times. What makes us a legendary team?"
"Because I've always been able to escape successfully."

But upon hearing this, the martial artist instead revealed a mocking smile:
"I heard there used to be four of you? Have you forgotten who cut off the Duke's head? Why didn't you take him with you when you escaped..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gray Rabbit flashed behind him and suddenly drew a sharp blade, plunging it into his back.
"Shut up!"

Amidst the agonizing screams, the martial artist instead revealed a joyful smile:
"What? Did I hit a nerve with you?"

But the magician kept smiling:

“You’ve hit her sore spot, but unfortunately, it won’t change your situation. Your chivalrous friends can’t put us in the same situation, and I can’t make the same mistake.”

"You know we're not afraid of your threats, but you're afraid of ours, so how about this..."

“Kill two of his disciples, Gray Rabbit.”

Upon hearing this, the gray rabbit revealed a bloodthirsty look, and then, in just a flash, she reappeared beside the magician, clutching two hearts in her hands.

The magician then looked at him and said:
"It's alright, you can keep stalling for time and spouting more nonsense. You still have dozens of disciples, right? I'm very patient with interrogations. It's fine, they can afford to die."

"And I heard that you cherish this eldest disciple of mine the most. We'll save her for last and play with her slowly. Before we sell her to the Leviathan Wanderers, there's a lot we can do."

"Don't worry, we have plenty of time."