unscrupulous angel

Gongsunyue was like a curious baby, clamoring to see how the gangster would interrogate the middle-aged man.But the hooligan's interrogation methods are a bit...special, how could it be possible for Gongsun Yue to watch from the sidelines?

So, under Gongsunyue's depressed expression, the gangster followed a practitioner from the Gongsun family to an underground secret room of the Gongsun family.

Every super family will have an underground secret room, which is either used for closed-door cultivation, or for interrogation and detention of practitioners. This is very common, and there is no surprise for the big hooligans.

The Gongsun family originally had cultivators who were in charge of interrogation. The old Patriarch Gongsun also asked the big hooligan if he wanted to help, but the big hooligan refused.

In terms of interrogation, the big hooligan is still quite confident, and he doesn't need help from others.

Only two hours later, the big hooligan walked out of the underground chamber alone.

The fat man leaned closer, with a flattering smile on his face, and said to the gangster, "Boss, what's the situation? Did that guy tell you everything?"

There is no one who follows the gangster who is not curious, and the fat man is no exception.

"Well, I have said what should be said, and I have said what should not be said. Your boss and I will go out, so there is no problem at all!" The big hooligan nodded slightly, smiled, and said proudly.

"I said what should be said and what should not be said? Boss, what kind of awesome interrogation techniques did you use?" Fatty's gossip soul was burning, and he was about to burst into a small universe.

He still had some understanding of the gangster's interrogation techniques, but the middle-aged man from the Poison Sect was obviously a hard bone, and he was definitely not easy to chew on.It only took less than two hours for the big gangster to settle it. Isn't this too exaggerated?

"It's actually very simple." The big hooligan cleared his throat and said solemnly, "I just took a stick and stabbed that shit, you know!"

"..." The black line on the fat man's face, he naturally understood the meaning of the big hooligan, but he still couldn't figure it out, didn't he just stabbed that or something?Even ordinary practitioners don't seem to give in because of such a little trick, right?

"Well, I added something else to the stick." The big hooligan said again.

"What did you add?" Fatty asked curiously.

Big Rogue: "Salt."

"Salt?" The fat man frowned slightly.

Big Rascal: "Paprika."

"Chili powder?" The fat man grinned.

"and also……"

"Anything else?" The fat man felt a little bit pained.

The gangster nodded and said, "Well, there's also... mustard oil!"

"Damn it!" Fatty felt a gust of cold air burst out from the chrysanthemum, and the cold air went straight to the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, making his whole body twitch and his brain feel cold.

Nima, this is too bad, right?

Salt, chili powder, and the mustard oil... This method is inhumane!

The fat man suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the middle-aged man, and it fell into the hands of the big gangster. It was a tragedy, an absolute tragedy, and it was an infinite tragedy.

"Actually, I still have a lot of methods that I haven't used." The big hooligan clicked his lips with regret on his face, "I don't know that guy is too spineless, he said it so quickly, alas, brother is very stupid There is a sense of accomplishment!"

"..." Fatty was speechless, subconsciously wanting to stay away from the gangster.