Looking at the completely incapacitated assassin, Su Jiming couldn't help but sigh.

Su Jiming thought about many possibilities, but he never thought that the other party would actually send someone to assassinate him.

This made him realize that this hidden force in the shadows may be even more lawless than he imagined.

Of course, this is a good thing in a sense...

What is the reason not to accept the handle that is sent to the door.

He had to take advantage of this opportunity to get as much information as he could from the Assassin's mouth.

Facing a force that is completely hidden in the shadows, it is still a little stressful.

.......

In the elegant study, Yu Lingzhu looked at Su Jiming, who was calmly drinking his own tea in front of him, and couldn't help but flash a trace of distress in his eyes.

This is the tea she spends a lot of silver to save face, and she is willing to take it out every time a big customer comes to listen to Yuge to buy information.

As a result, as soon as this big dog came, he showed off his two taels of tea, and he was really full and didn't know that he was hungry.

While she watched her baby tea being ruined by this person in distress, she said angrily:

"What did the prince come to me for?"

"Come and ask Miss Yu to help me check someone."

- I knew it.

Yu Lingzhu didn't care, she had already guessed the other party's intention, and said:

"Shizi, please say, if it is a person from Bianzhou, it should be included in the intelligence database of my listening to the rain pavilion."

Hearing this, Su Jiming handed the portrait of the assassin to the other party.

"Wait, I'll look for the file first."

After receiving the portrait, Yu Lingzhu rummaged through the mountains of files.

After a long time, Yu Lingzhu got up from the pile of files, held a stack of papers in his hand, looked at Su Jiming and said:

"I found it, I'm lucky, I'm really a native of Bianzhou."

"Oh?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Su Jiming's eyes, and he quickly took over the information in Yu Lingzhu's hand and began to browse carefully.

As Yu Lingzhu said, the assassin's name is Wu Yong, a native of Bianzhou, and he is a martial artist of the fourth realm on the rivers and lakes, and it is said that some time ago, I don't know what chance I encountered to be promoted to the fifth realm.

Although this Wu Yong is a martial artist in the fourth realm, he has not done any work to protect the family and nursing home of a wealthy businessman, but has been doing errands for others, because he has a younger brother who is sick, and the treatment cost is very expensive, so he can only run for money.

Su Jiming had a faint guess in his heart.

He put away the stack of papers and smiled:

"Miss Yu, I've helped a lot."

"Uh-huh." Yu Lingzhu was noncommittal.

"Then I'll say goodbye first, and next time I come to the door, I'll bring some pastries to Miss Yu to thank you."

Hearing this, Miss Fox's ears moved, and she pretended not to care:

"The son of the world has a heart."

I didn't notice that the other party put the unfinished tea into his purse.

It wasn't until the other party didn't look back and got up to leave that Yu Lingzhu found that the tea cakes on the table were swept away.

She was stunned for a long time before she reacted, and the fox's tail stood angry.

"My tea!!"

......

After getting the Assassin's information from Yu Lingzhu, Su Jiming had already guessed the general story of the matter.

If the other party is a native of Bianzhou, there is a high probability that it is not a member of the secret force, but a certain kind of employment relationship.

This also means that the information he can obtain from the other person is extremely limited.

But it's better to talk than nothing, it's better than having no clue at all.

Su Jiming thought so and slowly walked into the dungeon where the assassin was being held.

...

Inside a gloomy dungeon.

Wu Yong's hands were cuffed against the wall, a self-deprecating smile hung on the corners of his mouth, and sitting in front of him was the target of his recent assassination.

The son of the Guogong Mansion, Su Jiming.

In fact, long before he did this, he had given up hope of living.

The man who entrusted him told him that if he could kill the prince of the kingdom, he would heal his brother and keep him safe.

I thought that I could hurt the other party somewhat, but it turned out that I fell into the trap that the other party had ambushed in advance, and I didn't even touch a single hair of the other party.

In the end, even he was captured alive and fell into such an embarrassing situation.

Fortunately, his younger brother should have been taken away, and his sacrifice was not completely in vain.

"Wu Yong, is it?"

“....”

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in Wu Yong's eyes.

But he remained silent.

Wu Yong knew very well that the other party wanted to torture the real culprit behind the scenes from his mouth.

But he couldn't say it, because it was at stake for his brother's safety.

If the other party retaliates, the behind-the-scenes organization will soon understand that it was him who told the secret, which is likely to endanger his younger brother.

So he decided early on that no matter what the other party did, he would not speak.

Seeing Wu Yong's appearance, Su Jiming seemed to have expected it.

He sighed and spoke:

"Wu Tian, it's your brother, right?"

Wu Yong's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he heard the man in front of him speak:

"You think they'll protect your brother... In fact, you're just a pawn that you can throw when you run out. ”

Hearing this, Wu Yong raised his head violently and stared at the man in front of him.

Then I heard the other party sneer:

"Don't look at me like that, think about it yourself, have you ever seen your brother during the time you were planning to assassinate me?"

Hearing this, Wu Yong seemed to have thought of something, and his heart was shocked.

Seeing the other party's attitude, Su Jiming's sneer became even stronger, and he said:

"They don't care about trading with you at all... Anyway, you will definitely die on this trip, and who cares about a promise with a dying man? ”

After a long silence, he squeezed a few words out of his throat:

"How do you prove it?"

As if waiting for his words, Su Jiming took out an object and threw it in front of him.

It was a severed finger with some blood still on it.

"Are you familiar with the breath above?"

In the dark, it took Wu Yong a long time to see clearly the thing thrown by the other party, feeling the familiar breath on it, and a bad premonition appeared in his heart.

"You..."

"It's your brother's finger."

As if to confirm his conjecture, Su Jiming said slowly.

- Jingle bells

The chains behind him were dragged hard by him, and Wu Yong, who heard this, was stunned, and shouted:

"No, it can't be, how are you-"

Before the words fell, he was interrupted by Su Jiming.

"Nothing is impossible."

With a hint of pity in his eyes, he spoke:

"Over the next twelve hours, I'll cut off his fingers and toes one by one, and thread a steel needle through his skin..."

"They didn't give you a chance, I'll give it to you."

"Of course, it's a complete meeting, or a little meeting..."

"It's up to you to answer next."