The owner of the jewelry store is worthy of being a cunning man, and if Arnold had not bought off his subordinates, all preparations would have been wasted.

Fortunately, his subordinates are also greedy for money.

Fortunately, his subordinates have long been unpleasant to him.

So the plan went according to my train of thought, step by step.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the owner of the jewelry store was put on a sack and kidnapped as soon as he walked out of the jurisdiction of the underground fighting arena.

A man sitting on a chair, staring a few steps away, kneeling on the ground, wearing a sack on his head, with his hands and feet tied.

The man's chest was heaving, and he seemed to be sleeping, of course, possibly observing the movement around him.

I'm leaning towards the former, though.

Boss Wren said: "After he woke up, he struggled and yelled until the early hours of this morning. ”

"Luckily he didn't wake up on the road," I said, "otherwise it would have disturbed the neighbors." ”

Boss Wren stepped forward and untied the hood, and the man's head shook with Boss Wren's movements, and when the hood was removed, it was still swaying on his chest and snoring.

As I expected, he was sleeping.

"He can fall asleep, should I praise him for having a big heart?"

"No," said Boss Wren, "he's just exhausted and asleep." ”

A bucket of cold water was poured down, several screams rang out, the jewelry store owner screamed in horror, and tried to open his eyes, but helplessly, his eyes were sealed by the cold water dripping from the top of his head, and he couldn't see for a while, and the screams were even worse.

Frowning, I said to Boss Rennes: "It's the first time I've heard a man's scream. ”

"It's hard to hear, isn't it" Boss Wren sneered, "But listen to it and get used to it." ”

I held my chin and looked coldly at the owner of the jewelry store in front of me, Leng Buding was poured on his head by a basin of cold water, he was already shaking, like a little milk dog just fished up from the river, but he was far less cute than the little milk dog.

When the cold water above his head finally flowed away, he opened his eyes, his eyes were full of hatred and horror, and when his gaze was fixed on me, the trembling lips opened in an exaggerated arc, and let out a threatening voice with horror: "Let go of me, let go of me!" Who you are and what do you want to do! ”

I looked at him, his fat body writhing on the ground like a dying chrysalis.

When he finally quieted down, I sneered: "I won't meet you for the first request, and as for the last two requests, do you really want to listen?" ”

"Who are you, what kind of place is this, why are you imprisoning me!" His voice growled hoarsely.

"It seems that you are very eager for the answers to these two questions" I he, "Okay, as you wish, listen, I, am the actual controller of the New Heroic Guild, that is, your so-called behind-the-scenes boss, this is the basement of the New Heroic Guild, as for why you are imprisoned, don't you know?" ”

"I, I don't know anything, you let me go, let me go!" He writhed and screamed.

"Ah, so you don't know anything" I nodded: "Then it seems that you are innocent?" ”

The owner of the jewelry store just screamed and told me to let him go.

I winked at the owner of the jewelry store, and he strode forward, lifted the owner of the jewelry store, and threw him forward, his fat body slamming against the cold wall, and then, he took out his dagger and cut the rope that bound the jewelry store owner's hands and feet with great speed, and at the same time, with lightning speed, skillfully fixed him to the instrument on one side.

It was a very cold, very large torture tool, with many sharp and hideous torture instruments hanging on it, and the cold cold light and the merciless sound of metal colliding, constantly reflected, constantly sounded, like a whisper from hell.

"I'm curious, a person who is more than two hundred pounds fat, how much his skeleton will weigh, thanks to you, you gave me the opportunity to see the dissection of a living body with my own eyes."

"What are you going to do, what are you going to do!"

The ugly screams peculiar to men rang out again, very harsh, like a sharp scraping of a blackboard.

"Do you want to dumb his voice first?" Boss Wren asked.

"Okay," I nodded, "But, is there a cruel way?" ”

"Yes" Boss Wren felt for something like a hook: "Use this, insert it from his mouth, stir it, pull it out again, and he will no longer be able to make a sound." ”

"It's a good method, I like it."

I stood up with a smile and took two steps forward, my excited eyes fixed on the mouth and throat of the jewelry store owner, and his eyes full of despair and horror.

"No, don't!"

In the face of the sharp iron hook, the jewelry store owner trembled, and kept repeating this sentence: "No, don't kill me, please don't kill me, no, you can't kill me, there are nobles in my background, there are big nobles, there are big nobles covering me, if you kill me, they won't let you go!" ”

"Did I tell you I'm going to kill you?" I smiled and said, "I'm just dumb your throat first, then use a knife to shave off the flesh of your limbs little by little, then cut off your only bones and limbs, weigh them, and then estimate the weight of your overall bones, and when I'm done with all this, I'll quietly send you back to your shop, oh, by the way, in order to prevent you from revealing my location, I'll cut off your nose, gouge out your eyes, and prick your ears, well, that's all, don't worry, I won't kill you." ”

A fishy smell came, and he was incontinent.

"You soiled my basement" frowned, I turned to Boss Wren and said displeasedly, "Let's cut him there first." ”

"Yes."

Boss Wren put down the iron hook, picked up the knife, and walked slowly to the jewelry store owner.

The owner of the jewelry store let out a frightened scream again, and struggled desperately again.

When the cold and sharp blade hit his lower body, the voice of the jewelry store owner stopped abruptly.

He fainted from his excessive fright.

"Do you want to continue?" Boss Wren asked.

"Wake him up first," I said coldly, "I'm going to continue to torture his spirit." Until he collapsed. ”

People who are broken will not tell lies, because they have lost their minds.

Without reason, there is no desire, and without desire, there is no lie that is constantly made up to satisfy the desire.

But at the same time, he is useless.

So, before he breaks down, I will keep torturing him until he breaks down.

After his collapse, say everything I want, and his life or death will not matter.

Although his life and death do not matter, it is impossible to let him go.

As he just said, he has an inextricable relationship with some nobles, and even some big nobles, and once he is released, it is likely to cause some unnecessary trouble to my guild.

In short, as long as he exists, it's a nuisance.

I decided that when I had asked everything, I would hand him over to Boss Wren.

He is an expert in this area.

(End of chapter)