Hearing the threatening voice from the Indian Snake King, Leng Yi couldn't help but feel a little speechless, obviously running for his life like a lost dog, and finally having to put down a few cruel words, this is not looking for rhythm.

"Is this an Indian who eats too much curry and spoils his brain?" Leng Yi asked a little stunned.

"I don't know much about that. Zifeng said seriously.

"Go and arrest him for me, and the person behind him doesn't say it, so he wants to leave like this, is it possible?" Leng Yi sneered.

"Yes, God of War. After Zifeng finished speaking, he disappeared in front of Leng Yi, and then appeared dozens of meters away from Leng Yi, which was much faster than the Indian Snake King.

The Indian Snake King was not Zifeng's opponent by virtue of his own strength alone, plus the poisonous snakes had all been killed, there was no helper, and he was also injured a lot when he forcibly activated the secret technique just now, so he was quickly stopped by Zifeng, and within a few rounds, the Indian Snake King was defeated by Zifeng.

In order to prevent the Indian Snake King from escaping or poisoning, the Indian Snake King's limbs were all removed, and he couldn't move if he wanted to, so he was brought directly to Leng Yi by Zifeng with his neck from behind.

At this moment, the rest of the female special combat team members, all returned, and they had already eliminated the other enemies who were attacking this time, which were several weaker enemies.

"Zifeng, you go to Hu Weizhong and ask him to secretly dispose of all those dead people. Leng Yi said.

"Yes, God of War. Zifeng said respectfully.

"Who instructed you to kill me?" Leng Yi looked at the Indian Snake King and said coldly.

At this time, the Indian snake king was very miserable, the robe was already a little tattered, there were a lot of blood stains on it, and the mask on his face was also torn off, a man about fifty years old, Indian features, thin face, skin and bones, and a very snake's face was almost the same, worthy of being the Indian snake king, really similar to a snake.

The Indian Snake King looked at Leng Yi fiercely, without the slightest intention of answering.

"I've seen a lot of people like you, they were very hard at the beginning, and in the end they couldn't stand the torture, and even the eight generations of their ancestors confessed, so why bother? So they were bruised all over their bodies, and there was only one breath left, so it was better to confess quickly, so as not to suffer some flesh and skin?" Leng Yi sneered and said, his whole body was suddenly full of murderous aura, and a momentum rushed straight towards the Indian snake king opposite.

The Indian Snake King suddenly felt that the temperature around him dropped a few points, and he was cold, and he was overwhelmed by the murderous aura emanating from Leng Yi's body, as if he was in the boundless Shura Hell.

However, the ferocity of the murderous aura went quickly, and it disappeared in an instant, and the Indian Snake King suddenly breathed a sigh of relief at the moment when the murderous aura disappeared, as if he had returned to heaven, but he was already soaked, and he looked at Leng Yi with a look of fear and fear.

The Indian Snake King only remembered at this time that the person in front of him destroyed his secret technique with one palm, and it was very easy, you must know that the secret technique was enough to kill him instantly, which showed how terrifying the person in front of him was, to kill himself, it was no different from stepping on an ant to death.

Thinking of this, the Indian Snake King suddenly had no intention of provoking Leng Yi.

"I'm asking you one last time, who instructed you to kill me? Don't fool me with those words, if I get angry, the consequences will be severe. Leng Yi squinted his eyes at the Indian snake king with a sincere fear.

"I swore to the Buddha that I would never say it. Although the Indian snake king was afraid, he still shook his head and refused.

"I didn't expect a person with blood on his hands to believe in Buddhism. Leng Yi said with some surprise, but thinking about it, there is nothing to be surprised about, people who believe in Buddhism in India are very common, and no one stipulates that bad people cannot believe in Buddhism.

Leng Yi knows that people with faith like this are the most difficult, they have very strong willpower, just like some terrorists who carry out suicide attacks, knowing whether to die or not, they still do it without hesitation.

Therefore, ordinary interrogation is of no use to them at all, and I am afraid that they will not be able to ask anything without some special means.

"Okay, you have backbone, look at your appearance, the Chinese language is so good, you must have put in no effort, you must also have some understanding of the ancient punishments of China, I don't know how many you have heard of?" Leng Yi had a chilling smile on his face.

Hearing Leng Yi's words, the Indian Snake King couldn't help but twitch a few times on his face, the reason why he entered Huaxia this time was because he knew Huaxia better, and he had naturally heard a lot of ancient punishments in Huaxia, all of which were torture methods, making people unable to survive or die.

"One last chance, to say or not to say?" Leng Yi didn't have much patience.

The Indian Snake King sneered, although Huaxia's punishment was terrifying, but it needed some tools, and now there was nothing, the Indian Snake King estimated that Leng Yi was just scaring himself, so he didn't take it to heart.

"It's really a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water, so I will fulfill you?" Leng Yi lightly tapped a few times on the Indian Snake King.

The Indian snake king found himself speechless, and could only whine.

"Stop your voice first, lest your screaming voice disturb others. A sneer appeared at the corner of Leng Yi's mouth.

"Let me give you a taste of the staggered hands, this technique is very cruel, and I have not seen anyone who can hold it up so far. After Leng Yi finished speaking, he pinched the two thin arms of the Indian Snake King a few times.

The Indian Snake King felt his arm numb a few times, but he didn't feel it, so he looked at Leng Yi with a sneer, the meaning was obvious, but it was just that.

The Indian snake king wanted to continue to laugh, but suddenly he felt that his arms were like ten thousand ants tearing at him, from skin to flesh, and then to the bone marrow, like a thick steel needle slowly piercing from the skin of the body, into the flesh, into the bones.

The Indian snake king fell to the ground and curled together, his face was flushed, sweat was left behind, the green tendons on his neck and face were already high and protruding, and his originally thin arms were constantly bulging and concave, as if the flesh under the skin was constantly transferring.

The huge pain invaded the whole body of the Indian Snake King, and the Indian Snake King now wished that he could pass out and be over, but Leng Yi seemed to have done something to him, the more painful it was, the clearer his consciousness became, and the intense pain invaded his brain wave after wave. But his arms couldn't move, so he could only roll on the ground.

Leng Yi gently pinched the arm of the Indian Snake King a few times again, and the Indian Snake King suddenly felt that all the flesh under the skin had recovered, and a warm current rose from the arm, moistening the flesh and eliminating all the pain, as if he had arrived in heaven, the pain all over his body disappeared immediately, and he collapsed directly on the ground, panting heavily, and his clothes were already soaked.