Early in the morning, Long Qing had just finished exercising in the morning and was about to eat, when suddenly the phone in his pocket rang, and he took it out and saw that it was the phone of the fat man.

"Boss, I'll tell you good news, we've caught someone!" said the fat man.

"What person?" Long Qing was stunned.

"Have you forgotten, didn't you let me pay attention to the abnormal movement of Qinglong Mountain a few days ago. I sent someone to keep an eye on me for a few days, and finally caught two suspicious people. ”

Long Qing said: "You wait for me, I'll come over immediately!"

After hanging up the phone, Long Qing didn't care about eating, and immediately drove to Qinglong Mountain.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the door of the Hidden Dragon Bathing Villa, where the fat man was already waiting.

"What's the situation with these two people?" asked Long Qing as he walked.

Qian Fatzi said: "These two people came here three days ago, and they have been looking around for news about the big case not long ago, and they also intend to buy the surveillance video in the villa that night. After the brothers told me last night, I took advantage of the night to stun them, and now I am tied up in the house, waiting for you, the boss, to deal with them. ”

Long Qing nodded: "Good job, take me over!"

Qian Fatzi received a commendation from Long Qing, his bones were a little lighter, and he hurriedly drove his subordinates away and led the way in front himself.

In the room, two people were sturdily tied to two chairs, their eyes still closed, and they had not yet woken up from their coma.

"Wake them up!" Long Qing commanded as he sat down.

Ermao stepped forward, opened a bottle, and put it in front of the noses of the two for a while, and after a while, both of them woke up leisurely.

When the two woke up, they were instantly aware of their situation and began to struggle violently.

"Don't struggle, you have inhaled enough anesthetic gas, I gave you another anesthetic injection, it will be difficult for you to recover your strength in less than eight hours, don't waste your efforts!" said Qian Fatzi.

When both of them heard this, they both looked at the fat man, their mouths were blocked, and they couldn't make any sound, but their eyes were very vicious, as if they wanted to choose someone to devour.

Long Qing asked lightly, "Are you members of the Evil Spirit Society?"

The two of them were shocked when they heard this, and looked at Long Qing at the same time.

"Sure enough!" Long Qing smiled faintly and said, "Take out the contents of their mouths, I want to talk to them!"

Qian Fat Man said with some hesitation: "Boss, if they shout, I'm afraid it will alarm others!"

Long Qing sneered: "Don't worry, they would rather fall into our hands than the police." ”

Seeing that Long Qing said this, Qian Fatzi didn't insist, stepped forward and took out the cloth stuffed in the mouths of the two people.

Long Qing smiled: "You want to investigate who killed so many of your members not long ago, right?"

One of the middle-aged men with a short beard said hoarsely, "How do you know who you are?"

Long Qing smiled: "How do I know? Because I killed those people! As for who I am, there is no need to tell you!"

The short-bearded middle-aged man looked at Long Qing in surprise, obviously he didn't expect Long Qing to take the matter on himself so easily, and after a while, his expression turned cold: "I'm afraid you don't know what kind of organization the evil spirit will be, right?"

Long Qing smiled faintly, and instead of answering the words of the short-bearded middle-aged man, he asked, "Larsa should also come over, right?"

The short-bearded middle-aged man was shocked: "You actually know Lord Larsa!"

Long Qing said lightly: "I'll talk to him on the phone!"

The short-bearded middle-aged man finally began to believe that Long Qing was really the murderer who killed so many of his companions, and said coldly: "Don't be complacent, you will soon experience the feeling that life is worse than death!"

"I don't have to care. But if you don't tell the truth, I guarantee that you will immediately experience the feeling that life is worse than death!" Long Qing said lightly.

The short-bearded middle-aged man was about to bite off his tongue immediately after hearing his mouth, but with his speed, how could he escape Long Qing's monitoring, the moment he opened his mouth, Long Qing appeared in front of him as if he had stepped through space, pinched his jaws as soon as he reached out, and then unloaded his chin with a force.

"In front of me, don't kill yourself by playing anything, because it's useless!" Long Qing said coldly.

Qian Fatzi was originally standing next to Long Qing, but he felt that his eyes were flowering, and Long Qing somehow stood on the opposite side, and his speed was fast and incoherent, almost exceeding the limit of the naked eye. Although Long Qing was not dealing with him, the fat man was still scared into a cold sweat, secretly glad that he could survive and serve Long Qing under Long Qing's hands, what a lucky thing!

"Tell me, where is Lalsa?" asked Long Qing coldly.

The short-bearded middle-aged man was silent. Long Qing smiled coldly: "Very good, I just like hard bones!" As he spoke, he moved his fingers like electricity, and clicked more than ten times on the short-bearded middle-aged man's body, and then stood up.

After a few seconds, he saw a painful look on the face of the short-bearded middle-aged man, and gradually, his whole body began to tremble, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead. He struggled violently, and a hoarse* sound came out of his throat, and no one in the room trembled when he heard it, as if he were being tortured.

Long Qing used the kung fu of the acupoints to make the muscle meridians of the short-bearded middle-aged man's whole body continue to twitch, which is unbearable torture, and it is also one of the skills that top killers must learn.

Three minutes later, Long Qing clicked a few more times on the short-bearded middle-aged man, relieving him of his pain. The short-bearded middle-aged man gasped for breath, like a person who had been reborn from a drowning. On his body, sweat had already soaked all his clothes, and there was a clear circle of water around the chair.

"Say, my patience is limited, if you don't say it, the next time will be ten minutes!" Long Qing said lightly.

"You, you're the devil!" the short-bearded middle-aged man gasped.

"Three!" Long Qing began to count.

"You have to think clearly, you will fight against our evil spirits, and Lord Kamiza will not let you go!"

"Two!"

"You ......"

"It seems that you still want to enjoy it!" Long Qing didn't wait for the other party to finish, and nodded more than ten times on his body, letting him struggle* away, then turned his head and said to another person who was trembling with fear, "It's your turn, do you say it or not?"

This is a short young man in his thirties, and his face has long turned pale with fright when he saw his companion being tortured like this. Seeing Long Qing turn his head and ask himself, he immediately became incoherent: "I, I, I can't, I can't speak!"

"Very good, then you can enjoy it too!" Long Qing raised his right hand, and just as he was about to point to it, the young man spoke, "I said! I said, I said, I said ......."