A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Ji Zuodao had a sour face and his hands were in his trench coat pockets.

Although the prisoner had been taken off the wooden donkey, he was still bound by iron chains, slumped on the ground, pale-faced and trembling all over.

His gaze toward Ji Zuodao was filled with a deep-seated fear and the phantom pain in his anus.

Ji Zuodao pursed his lips, his displeasure almost solidifying into a tangible form.

"Damn it, this is so troublesome..."

"They're restricting everything, even during an interrogation..."

"No torture, no soul-searching... Feudal! So damn feudal!"

He grew angrier as he spoke, and kicked a small pebble at his feet. The pebble flew out with a "whoosh," sparking as it scraped across the bluestone ground.

"All my hard-earned interrogation skills are completely useless! What kind of ridiculous rules are these!"

On the stage, the judges' hearts pounded and their temples throbbed.

Interrogation skills?

Who has legitimate interrogation skills that involve either "severe torture" or "soul-searching and soul-examination"?!

Is this really necessary?! Is this really necessary to be this hardcore?! So extreme?!

Ji Zuodao didn't care what the referee thought. He squatted down, looked at the trembling prisoner at eye level, and spoke in an unprecedentedly "gentle" tone.

If you ignore the "I'm so annoyed, just tell me already or I'll lose it" look on his face.

"Come on, bro, cooperate a bit."

He patted the prisoner on the shoulder, not hard, but it startled the man.

"Hurry up and tell me everything you should and shouldn't tell me, everything you know and don't know. Be quick, so it'll save everyone trouble."

The prisoner was terrified, but then he remembered the new "prohibition of bodily harm" rule that the referee had just added, and suddenly felt a little bit more intimidated.

Yup!

Now there are rules! This madman can't hit me! He can't torture me!

What is he afraid of?!

Moreover, he really didn't dare to say it.

The things he did were stealing and selling low-level magical artifacts of dubious origin and secretly dealing in prohibited spiritual materials. Although these were illegal, at most he would only be imprisoned for a dozen years or so, and if he behaved well, he might even get a reduced sentence.

But what if we betray the powerful boss behind us...?

Then I'm really doomed.

Not to mention the pent-up anger in his heart! That bastard just... just... actually... inserted himself into the wooden donkey!

He feels like his walking posture is off now!

It always feels drafty in the back! A gentleman won't let this go unavenged! No, a man won't forget this humiliation!

Thinking of this, the prisoner steeled his heart, gritted his teeth, raised his head, and surprisingly became tough, spitting a mouthful of bloody saliva at Ji Zuodao.

"Pah! Go to hell!"

"Kill me or torture me, do whatever you want! You think I'd betray my brothers? Dream on!"

"Go ahead and kill me now if you dare!"

Hey?!

Ji Zuodao raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, and laughed in anger.

"Wow, holy crap! Not bad, bro, you're a real man!"

As he spoke, he reached for the human skin bag at his waist.

"Brother Ji! Brother Ji! Calm down! Calm down!"

Having been watching the commotion, Liu Ming rushed forward and firmly grabbed Ji Zuodao's hand as he reached for his bag.

"Rules! Don't forget the rules! No violence! No bloodshed!"

Ji Zuodao paused, his gaze meeting Liu Ming's.

Almost simultaneously, a knowing, fox-like glint flashed in their eyes.

Liu Ming released his grip, turned to face the prisoner, and instantly put on a painstaking, heartfelt expression, softening his voice by eight octaves as he began to play the good cop:

"Sigh, brother, why are you doing this to yourself?"

"Take my advice and tell him already. You don't know my brother's temper... If he gets really angry, he won't care about rules or anything like that..."

"He might actually beat you to death... the kind of way the referee can't stop him!"

The prisoner stuck out his neck:

"Hmph! Don't try that! You're going to use both soft and hard tactics, aren't you?"

"I'm just a worthless wretch! Come at me if you dare! Let's see if your rules are tougher, or my bones are tougher!"

"Trying to force me to speak? Maybe in my next life!"

"Oh?"

Ji Zuodao drawled out his words.

Are you challenging me?

Ji Zuodao pulled out something that stunned everyone present.

A gun.

A gleaming silver revolver with a classic design, exuding the cold, hard aesthetics of the industrial age.

"This thing..."

"It seems like it was last year, when we seized these souvenirs from the hideout of a biotech company that was illegally modifying human bodies."

Ji Zuodao skillfully flicked his wrist, sending out the spinning wheel to check it.

"Since you're so stubborn..."

He slowly pulled a bright yellow bullet from the inside pocket of his trench coat, and with a "click," loaded it into one of the cylinders of the revolver under everyone's watchful eyes.

Then, press your finger on the dial and give it a sharp spin!

The wheel spun rapidly, making a teeth-grinding "clattering" sound.

A few seconds later, the rotation stopped.

Ji Zuodao flicked his wrist, and with a "click," the wheel returned to its original position.

He raised his hand, and the dark muzzle of the gun slowly moved down, as everyone stared in disbelief…

Finally, it pressed firmly against the prisoner's legs, against a certain indescribable, crucial area.

The cold metallic touch penetrated the thin prison trousers, causing the prisoner to stiffen, his face turning deathly pale, and a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

Ji Zuodao tilted his head, revealing a smile that could be described as "innocent and harmless," but there was no hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Let's play a little game then."

"Now……"

He leaned forward slightly and pushed the gun barrel forward a little more.

"Can I say it now?"

The prisoner felt the cold pressure on that vital area, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of his throat, but a lingering stubbornness mixed with fear forced him to squeeze out a trembling voice through clenched teeth:

"Go...go to hell! I...I can't do anything..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Ji Zuodao pulled the trigger.

The hammer fell, the firing pin struck the air, producing a crisp "click" sound that was particularly clear in the dead silence.

Blank bullet.

"Holy crap!"

Liu Ming cooperated perfectly by letting out an exaggerated exclamation, clutching his chest, and putting on a "I'm so scared" expression.

The prisoner seemed to have all his strength drained away in an instant; his legs went weak, and he would have collapsed if he hadn't been tied up.

My back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and large beads of sweat rolled down my forehead.

"Holy crap... Holy shit..."

His lips trembled, his eyes were unfocused, and his voice was choked with sobs:

"You fucking...you fucking actually drove it?!"

Ji Zuodao remained expressionless, his finger still on the trigger, the muzzle of the gun steadily pointing in the same spot.

"And now?"

He asked, his tone indifferent.

The prisoner's psychological defenses have developed their first crack:

"I...I don't know! Go ahead and kill me! Give me a quick death!"

boom--!

The second sound is "click".

It was still a blank.

The prisoner shuddered violently, and a small patch of his crotch became visibly wet.

Sweat was pouring down like a waterfall.

His face went from deathly pale to ashen.

"Referee...referee!!"

"Aren't you going to do anything about it?!"

Referee Tie's lips twitched. He glanced at the revolver in Ji Zuodao's hand—the one that was practically aimed at Kun Kun—then looked at the rules, his face twitched, and finally he squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth:

He has not caused any actual physical harm to you.

"Call me again when it's finished."

prisoner:"???"

Did it cause damage?!

By the time damage is done, my Kunkun will be dead, okay?! What good will calling you do then?! Are you going to collect Kunkun's corpse?! Huh?!

"Now, do you want to say it?"

Ji Zuodao's voice rang out again, like a death knell.

"I...I have my reasons! I really can't...Holy crap!!!"

boom--! ! !

The third sound is "click".

It was still an empty shell.

The prisoner shuddered violently, and a warm, foul-smelling liquid, which he could no longer control, gushed down his trouser leg, spreading into a dark pool on the ground.

I peed.

I was absolutely terrified.

"Hurry up and tell me, bro!"

Liu Ming, standing nearby, stamped his feet in frustration, his voice filled with empathetic anxiety:

"You're almost out of chances! The next shot! The next shot might not miss!"

"My Kun Kun! It's really time to say goodbye! Forever!"

The prisoner was caught in extreme turmoil and fear.

"Speak? The boss won't let him get away with this."

Not saying anything? The next shot might be Kun Kun's swan song.

In that brief, conflicted silence—

boom--! ! !

The fourth tone is "click".

The prisoner was terrified, feeling as if half of his soul had ascended to heaven with that "click."

"Wait!!! I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!!!"

Just as Ji Zuodao's finger was about to pull the trigger for the fifth time, the prisoner mustered all his strength and let out a piercing, distorted scream, his face streaked with tears and snot:

"You've already fired four shots! You can't fire anymore! Don't shoot my Kunkun anymore!!! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!!!"

He spoke so fast it was like a floodgate had been opened, spilling beans from a bamboo tube, recounting everything he had done, who his accomplices were, where the stolen goods were hidden, who the boss was, their contact information, the location of their hideouts... he didn't even leave out details like the mole on the boss's butt, he just rattled it all off in one go.

Concise and to the point, detailed and specific.

Because he simply couldn't hold on any longer.

Who the hell could stand this?!

Shooting him dead would be more satisfying than this! At least it would be quick and easy!

This bastard is using his KunKun to play Russian roulette! Every second is torture! Every shot is like being slowly sliced ​​to death!

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

Every single investigator was completely dumbfounded.

His mouth was so wide open it could fit an egg, and his eyes were as wide as saucers.

This……

This is fucking...

Is that even possible?!

Grab a revolver and use it to play roulette against Kun Kun...

What kind of insane brain circuitry is this?!