Chapter 450: Does Chrysanthemum Still Hurt?

Although Yang Yi knows that when it comes to kung fu, although he is not the weakest, he can definitely not be the strongest. But when it comes to torture people, he admits the second, and no one dares to admit the first.

Traditional Chinese medicine is the essence that the ancestors spent thousands of years to sum up, and if it only has the functions of saving people and killing people, it really seems too simple.

If you cry, you have to cry, and if you laugh, you have to laugh. If you want to make trouble, you have to make trouble. In the hands of a well-versed Chinese doctor, others are no different from those robots that operate with handles. Unfortunately, Yang Yi also happens to be an expert

What is the most terrifying, the most devastating? Death? No. But they want to die but can't. That's the biggest torture.

What death is what people fear the most is pure. People are always in awe of something unknown. But when they are in the hands of Yang Yi, they may know. Compared to Yang Yi's endless means, death is simply a journey to heaven.

It's not a big talk, Yang Yi really has at least a hundred ways to make people survive and not die, and they can't say that they are a few people who have received a few days of special training. Even an animal has to speak human language under the means of Yangyi.

Besides, it's not like he's done this kind of thing once or twice. We have accumulated a wealth of experience for a long time. Maybe the first time I was a little scared, but after a lot, Yang Yi felt that it was just like that. It's the same feeling as when I was a kid and took a match to burn those ants.

In fact, after Yang Yi suddenly had something in his mind before, he didn't expect that there would be so many additional functions. However, as more patients were treated, Yang Yi became more and more familiar with the functions of each acupuncture point. Then, these means are naturally the products derived from these functions.

Of course, this is not a method invented by Yang Yi himself, and many of them are seen from the miscellaneous books in the Nine Dragon Rings. If you are in charge of a point, you need to use several acupuncture points together. Fortunately, the description in the book is detailed, otherwise there would really be no such expert as Yang Yi.

Yang Yi is also quite proud now, he was just an ordinary rural boy before, and now he seems to have transformed into a successful person, although he is not a rich man, but at least he is out of the level of nouveau riche.

And all of this, except that the old ghost master was self-taught after he introduced him to the door. This series of torture methods are also self-taught, and Yang Yi can proudly call himself a generation of grandmasters in punishment. If it were placed in ancient times, he would definitely be able to mix in a very good prison cell.

It's a pity that some people are born at the wrong time, and the modern society is not like before, there are not so many spies, not so many undercover agents. Torture to extract confessions is no longer popular, and it is basically not used. He also saves people when he is in a good mood, and kills people when he is in a bad mood.

Although it was a great sense of accomplishment to extract a confession, it was a bit time-consuming. You must know that he is now the lord of 100,000 a minute. Of course, if it were a beautiful woman, Yang Yi would definitely be happy to waste a lot of time on her. Provided that there is no tail left.

Looking at the old man's somewhat disbelieving eyes, Yang Yi felt that he was a little hurt.

That's too scary, isn't it? How can you be so distrustful of people? Even if you don't believe it, you don't have to be too obvious, right? Grandmaster-level characters can't handle a few clowns? Cut, look at you.

nodded confidently, with a small pleasure in his heart as if he was about to sleep with a beautiful woman. "Old man, don't worry. Even if they're dead, I'll have a way to pick out the news you want. ”

The old man glanced at him suspiciously, but he didn't say anything to hit Yang Yi again. Whether it works or not is not just words, it depends on actual actions.

Mr. Zhang said that he was going to call a few policemen to watch the scene, so that he could talk at that time. Of course, these policemen must be henchmen of the Zhang family's faction.

After all, it is a crime to extort a confession without permission, and if the little Wang Ba of the Long family uses this as a breakthrough at that time, there is really no way to make it clear. It's different when the police come, but Yang Yi assists in the investigation. Of course, the means are only a little extreme.

Now the old man has promised to bring down the two bastards of Long Feilongyan, so Yang Yi is not in a hurry. He's just drowsy now, and he doesn't want to do anything but sleep. gave the old man a squeak and went into the room by himself. Yang Yi has calculated, these people don't have his acupoints, and they will sleep like this in this life, and nothing will go wrong.

The old man looked at Yang Yi's back and couldn't laugh. "This little king and eight calves, he is not in a hurry about his own affairs, but wants me, an old man, to worry about it. It's not a thing. ”

By the time Yang Yi woke up, it was already afternoon. The old man sat in the living room with his eyes closed. Seeing Yang Yi come down, a smile appeared on the old man's face. He asked lightly: "Wake up, can you do business now?" The longer the time drags on, the more unfavorable it will be!"

"Well, it's not much right now anyway. Yang Yi spread his hands indifferently.

The old man didn't say a word, and called the director of the public security bureau directly, and the director was simply flattered to receive a call from the old man Zhang himself. It took less than ten minutes to appear at the door of the small courtyard, and its speed was simply many times faster than the usual speed of the police.

Yang Yi maliciously thought, if the director was sensationalizing a secretary or policewoman at that time, would he receive a call from the old man and shoot excitedly?

The director of the bureau slipped his beard and patted the horse in front of Mr. Zhang for a long time, and only when Yang Yi had the urge to vomit did he pat his chest and promised that he would definitely do this thing beautifully. Don't let leaders down.

Sitting in the police car, Yang Yi was embarrassed. Life is a wonderful thing. He himself doesn't remember how many times he sat in the police car, the first time as a prisoner, but this time he has become a member of the police side.

This role is reversed, and even Yang Yi is a little uncomfortable.

The two stolen cars, Yang Yi directly left in front of the small courtyard house of Old Man Zhang. Even if these two cars are sold at the second-hand market price, they can be sold for more than a million. Yang Yi was reluctant to throw it into the pond and set it on fire like he played on TV.

Besides, no one has the courage to come here and ask for a car.

Following the police into the familiar and unfamiliar police station, the director respectfully led Yang Yi and Old Man Zhang to a room that looked clean, but was airtight. The furnishings inside are pitifully simple, a table, an iron chair, and a mirror of about one square meter. The smell of the air is somewhat pervasive. This is simply a torture cell used to extract confessions.

Yang Yi secretly smiled bitterly in his heart. If he encounters so many things, he will really be naïve to think that the state will not allow the torture of prisoners to extract confessions, and the police will obey the holy decree.

The cops dragged the killer into the room like a dead pig and threw him down. Then they all quietly retreated one by one. The old man just glanced at the room, then nodded to Yang Yi, and followed the two directors out.

"Actually, the method of my execution is very Svendi. Yang Yi muttered quietly, he thought that the old man didn't like to see bloody scenes. As everyone knows, the old man is in the next room, and through the one that looks like a mirror, it is actually just a single-sided transparent glass and sees everything clearly.

Yang Yiqiang endured the nausea in his heart, held his breath and broke the mouths of the ten killers one by one, and found that they did not hide the legendary poison sac in their mouths, so he was relieved.

Looking at the teeth of the mouth, whether white, yellow or black, Yangyi's taste buds couldn't help but contract. TMD, if this is the mouth of a group of beauties, Lao Tzu will not only look at it with his eyes, but also touch it with his hands. And also happy to taste it with your tongue. It's fucking disgusting to watch a bunch of big guys------

Yang Yi thought that if a man opened his mouth like this, he would definitely pick out that person's eyeballs.

After checking it, it was found that there was no poison in their mouths, and their bodies had already been searched by Old Man Zhang's subordinates, and there was nothing that could threaten him Yangyi and their own things. Yang Yi tugged at the rope tied to them again, not to mention. I don't know which bastard tied it, it's not ordinarily tight. Unless you are a master of this level of Yangyi, you really can't break free. Of course, if they were masters of Yang Yi's level, they would not be captured alive.

Yang Yi lightly tapped a few times on everyone's neck. The group of people woke up slowly, with a confused expression.

The old man's eye sockets unconsciously shrank a few times, is this the legendary point?

The director who was carefully accompanying him on the side had a faint worry on his face. He said softly: "Old man, will this get a confession? That ------"

He's a smart guy, or he wouldn't have climbed to where he is today. I know what I mean by talking. Words cannot be said too clearly, and it is necessary to share worries. But it's not a good phenomenon that his master can't get off the stage.

Since this young man can be found by the old man, he should also have two brushes. But if they are bitten back, they will lose more than they gain. As a dog, you also have the responsibility to share the worries of your owner.

Who would have a useless dog?------ he wouldn't anyway.

The old man is not sure, but he trusts Yang Yi, and that is enough. With an unfathomable smile on his face. said: "Look at it, you can always see it if you bite back or not." ”

The group of people who had been coaxed before, but now they were like a group of killers picking up garbage, first swept the room blankly, and then set their eyes on the smiling man in front of them. At first glance, the man was really disgusting with his smile. After a closer look, they suddenly remembered. Isn't that what employers want to kill?

"Captured alive!"

It's the same voice that rings in everyone's heart at the same time. Their hearts were filled with humiliation.

The paralyzed, people did not succeed, but became other people's prisoners, and they were captured, will they eat on the road in the future? Shame, shame. A shame that can't be washed away with blood.

"Bastard, I'm a mud horse. Who the hell did you let the men kill? Why didn't you make it clear?" the killers wanted to cry without tears, and they could only take all the blame on the employer who sent them to kill the target.

"Are you awake, are you sleeping well, are chrysanthemums still hurting?" Yang Yi smiled like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Chrysanthemum?"

The killers all agreed on the chrysanthemum tightened. Could it be that this man had already visited all their while they were unconscious?

"Woo, that's my daisy. This man is a beast!"