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I have to say that the level of execution on this continent is really not good, it's basically just one word, smoke!

To put it bluntly, it was actually a troll warrior who had been knocked unconscious by the old evil punch, holding a leather whip and whipping it hard at the poor No. 2 bandit leader Sartre. Although the strength of the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info was enough to beat Sartre to the flesh and blood, this guy was just screaming, but surprisingly did not beg for mercy.

After dozens of whips, Sartre's body basically had no intact skin, there was flesh and blood turned over everywhere, and his whole body gradually became weaker, and his shouting slowly stopped, and finally only moaning remained.

Seeing this, Klaas frowned slightly, then waved his hand to stop his men, and then said lightly: "Sartre, why are you doing this? As long as you tell the truth, I will guarantee that you leave safely, and we will all take what we need, wouldn't it be happy?"

"I won't be in your shoes!" Sartre said in a cold sweat: "Lao Tzu is dead if he says or not, do you think I will believe your nonsense?"

"No, I can swear to the supreme god that I won't kill you if you tell me the truth!" Klaas immediately said with a serious face.

"Yes, you don't kill me, it's your subordinates who kill me, right?" Sartre said disdainfully, "I'm tired of playing this kind of little trick, can't you change your tricks?"

When Klaas heard this, he was immediately deflated, and then smiled bitterly: "I said Sartre, I really don't want to kill you, you just tell the truth, right?"

", Lao Tzu's eldest brother died in your hands, we have become enemies who share the sky, if you let me go back, I will definitely seek revenge on you, you know this in your heart, so you will never let me go!" Sartre sneered: "However, you won't kill me until you get the secret in my heart, so even if it's to save my own life, I can't tell you the truth!"

"Hmph, if you don't say it, can you still guarantee that your men are tough guys?" Klaas sneered disdainfully, and then he winked at the other troll warrior.

The guy immediately understood, and immediately turned and walked towards the other horse thief captives. Then there was a sharp whip and miserable cries for mercy. Soon, the fellow returned with a bloody whip and said to Klaas, "Those horse thieves were the two brothers' men five years ago, but five years ago the dreadnought castle swept the horse thieves, and they were all frightened and disbanded by the terrible lightning saints. However, a month and a half ago, they were suddenly improvised by these two brothers to ambush us!"

"Is there anything else?" Klaas asked, "Like the origin of the god and monster master?"

"Those thieves don't know, they don't know what these two brothers have experienced in the past few years! they only know that the two brothers seem to have backed a certain nobleman, not only got a sum of money, but also two gods and monsters. The Troll Warrior said helplessly.

"You say they're here to ambush us?" Klaas asked suddenly.

"Yes!" said the Troll Warrior, "That's what they said, they've been waiting for us here for more than ten days!"

"It seems that someone is trying to do something against us!" Klaas then sneered: "Sartre, now please tell me, who is calculating me, okay?"

"Not good!" Sartre sneered, "I'll die if I say it!"

"If you don't say you'll die!" Klaas said with a murderous face.

"Then you're going to kill me?" Sartre said disdainfully.

"You~" When Klaas heard this, he was immediately angry, but in the end he was really reluctant to kill the only person in the know.

At this moment, the old evil suddenly interjected: "Sartre buddy, you can tell the truth." It's a big deal, I'll just save your life!"

"You?" Sartre got angry when he saw the old evil, and couldn't help but sarcastically say: "A bastard who knows how to pretend to be garlic, it's strange that Lao Tzu believes you!"

"If you don't believe it, forget it!" said the old evil indifferently, "However, I still have a way to make you tell the truth!"

"Haha, you underestimate me too much, I'm even afraid of death!" Sartre laughed wildly: "If you have any tricks, use them!

"Okay, you wait!" the old evil pouted, and then said to Klaas, "Mr. Klaas, can you find some live scorpions?"

"Live scorpions?" Klaas frowned, and said, "There are poisonous scorpions everywhere in the Gobi, this is not difficult to find, but that thing can really make him speak?"

The old evil leaned into Klaas's ear and said, "That's it!"

After listening to the old evil's words, Klaas suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and then stretched out his thumb to the old evil and said, "You are ruthless!"

"Hehe, it's average!" said the old evil with a slight smugness.

"It's not ordinary!" Klaas smiled bitterly, then turned to his hand and said, "Go catch the poisonous scorpion for me!"

"Yes!" a dozen men immediately dispersed.

In the vast Gobi, it may be difficult for other creatures to survive, but scorpions are an exception, they live extremely comfortably in this harsh environment, and almost all of them occupy the Gobi. So there wasn't much time, and Klaas's men captured dozens of fat black poisonous scorpions.

The scorpions were packed in a fur bag, and Klaas had them shown to Sartre. At the same time, he said to him: "Sartre, do you see it, this is a poisonous scorpion, in the Gobi, there is a lack of food, they almost see what they eat." You can imagine what would happen if I put them in your panties!"

As soon as Klaas said this, the people around him instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and Sartre was even more frightened, and then hurriedly said: "No, you can't do this!"

"No, I can do that!" Klaas said with a smile, "Now, I ask, you answer, if you don't answer once, I'll put a scorpion in until I stuff your panties!"

A few of his men immediately understood, so they walked over with a sinister smile and tied all of Sartre's trouser legs so that the scorpion would not escape from his trouser tube. At the same time, a troll warrior also grabbed a scorpion from his pocket and kept swinging it in front of Sartre's pale face, allowing Sartre to see the vicious appearance of the poisonous scorpion clearly.

Seeing that everything was ready, Klaas began to ask with a smile: "Sartre, now tell me, who is the mastermind behind the scenes?"

"I, I, I don't know!" Sartre said with a shudder.

"Very well, put it in!" Klaas said without hesitation.

When the troll warrior heard this, he immediately shoved the big scorpion into Sartre's pants. Sartre then let out a frightened shout, "Oh, no, it's crawling around with me!

"If you tell me who that man is, I'll take it out right away!" Klaas laughed.

"I really don't know!" Sartre hurriedly shouted.

Klaas didn't bother to talk nonsense with Sartre at all, just coldly ordered, "Next one!"

So, another scorpion got into Sartre's panties.

"No, they're starting to bite me!" Sartre said with a crying voice.

"Best!" Klaas then sneered, "Keep stuffing until he says it!"

The troll warriors shoved the scorpions into them one by one. Sartre kept crying, and finally, when a dozen scorpions entered, he finally let out a miserable cry: "Ah~~~! Damn, they have their mouths!

With Sartre's miserable shout, the people around him soon discovered that a few red marks appeared on his pants, obviously blood spurting from the wound, which showed that the scorpion inside was really moving.

The smell of blood seemed to stimulate these greedy guys, and the scorpions inside became violent, and through the clothes, people could clearly see that those guys were twitching excitedly as if they had taken stimulants. And Sartre's cries became more and more intense.

Finally, Sartre couldn't help it and surrendered: "Okay, okay, I said, get rid of these hateful things! Hurry, hurry~"

"Say it before you take it out!" Klaas said cruelly.

"Take it first!" Sartre said anxiously.

"No, I'm afraid you'll regret it!" Klaas said unhurriedly: "You'd better hurry, a name won't delay much, but if you continue to ramble, I'm afraid that your little baby will completely become scorpion food!"

"Damn!" Sartre cursed, and then hurriedly, "His name is Lancer!"

"Lancer?" Klaas frowned, "I haven't heard of this man! Are you lying to me?"

"No, it's really him!" Sartre hurriedly shouted, "Get the scorpion out!"

"Tell us how you met and how you planned to plan me!" Klaas said, "Say hurry, this will help you save your little baby!"

"Bastard!" Sartre scolded angrily, but he didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly said as quickly as possible: "We met in Pickup City in the Griffin Country, and he took the initiative to find our brother and said that he was willing to help us rebuild the bandits! and provided us with two powerful gods and monsters, just to be our channel for selling the stolen goods! He also promised that we could obtain the official protection of the Griffon Country, and the price of the stolen goods would be fifty percent!"

"Fifty percent?" everyone was somewhat surprised when they heard it. You must know that it is difficult to get rid of the stolen goods quickly because of the improper source, so the general sales channels only take 30% of the value of the stolen goods themselves. And now the other party has offered a high price of fifty percent, and even provided two gods and monster masters to increase their combat power, which is a good thing for thieves. It's no wonder that these guys who have already washed their hands are tempted.

"Then why did you choose me?" Klaas asked suddenly.

"Lancer has given us information that you have a batch of Sea Onyx in your caravan, which is said to be priceless! He wants to get it, so let us ambush it!" Sartre then said, "Now that I have said everything, take them out, please, wait until my treasure is really eaten!"

(To be continued)