After cleaning the person up, their skin became fair, and they looked better, only the hairstyle was a bit ugly.
An Nuan: "The God of Darkness probably wants to talk to you now. You tell us, why were you monitoring us?"
"You have a lot of supplies, so I was just keeping an eye on you."
"Oh, then you should also know that we don't go easy on people we beat. I also want to know if the God of Darkness will bother me if I beat you to death."
The boy was still a little scared.
Xiao Yu sniffed beside him, smelling a strange odor.
Fu Yunting: "It was you who orchestrated the human siege, wasn't it?"
He broke one of the boy's fingers.
The boy screamed, "Pain, pain is also a gift from the God of Darkness!"
"Oh, what about this then."
Fu Yunting broke another finger.
The boy was in so much pain he almost fainted.
Fu Yunting sneered, "The God of Darkness should be very pleased to see you in so much pain. Suffering is also a form of respect to the gods."
The young man looked at Fu Yunting with eyes no different from looking at a madman.
Fu Yunting: "A lot of water was used to wash you just now. You don't need me to tell you how precious these resources are, do you? You'd better confess everything honestly, or else..."
Fu Yunting beckoned, and Zhai Yan stepped forward, the blood transforming into slender needles.
"These things will be inserted under your fingernails, pry open your nail beds, and then run along your bones, separating the flesh from the bone."
"I don't know what your god is like, but the God of Darkness might enjoy seeing you suffer." Kuai Shu Ge.
"Which finger do you want to start with?"
An Nuan felt that Fu Yunting was particularly bloody and irritable today.
He seemed to be enjoying the pleasure of revenge.
The young man trembled, "Don't scare me, I've seen a lot, I won't be scared by these things."
Fu Yunting, without any hesitation, inserted a long needle.
Black blood churned inside, directly paining the person into unconsciousness.
Fu Yunting splashed a basin of cold water, waking him up, and said, "Will you confess?"
"I, I have nothing to say, I just envy that you have supplies."
"Still not telling the truth?"
Chen Wenjing wasn't just for show; she had already infiltrated his mind.
When Fu Yunting inserted the needle for interrogation just now, a name immediately appeared in his mind.
Brother Jun!
This bastard again!
Fu Yunting was furious, grabbed his hand, and said, "For the second needle, I'll insert it horizontally through your palm. For the third, I'll enter through your ring finger. Guess how many you can withstand?"
"I..."
A stream of urine flowed from his crotch.
Fu Yunting didn't let go.
"After this hand is crippled, I'll chop it off, then find someone to restore it, and then repeat the process. Do you want to bet how many rounds you can endure?"
Lin Shui: "You should at least have some backbone. You should try to endure the third round."
Mi Shuangshuang: "I think he won't be able to endure it and will give up in the second round."
Chang Kaitong: "Let's bet big, four rounds, and I'll bet a chicken leg!"
"You're betting really big!"
Hai Changfeng rubbed his head and hooked Chang Kaitong's neck, laughing, "I'm betting on the younger brother, plus another chicken leg."
An Nuan smiled, "You need to be strong. Our teammates have bet two chicken legs on you. At least endure past the third round."
He was stunned.
This kind of pain for three rounds?
No, this is a dream, it must be a dream.
The sun had already risen, shining on his skin, and the burning sensation was more unbearable than being pricked by needles.
Under the dual stimulation, he was going mad.
Tian Nan heard that another living specimen had been captured and excitedly pulled Huang Hun over.
Huang Hun was already green with envy.
Normally, Tian Nan appeared to be a gentle and handsome person, but at this moment, he seemed more perverted than anyone else.
Tian Nan: "Is it him? He looks like he has a skin disease."
Everyone retreated.
Tian Nan smiled, "It probably won't be contagious, but we'll need to test his blood to be sure. My friend."
Tian Nan patted his shoulder, smiling very gently.
"Don't worry, you won't die in vain. You will help me take a big step in human medicine!"
With that, he smiled and made an incision on his body with a scalpel.
"Mommy, you are all perverts! Mommy save me!"
As soon as the young man finished speaking, he immediately fainted.
Tian Nan: ...
"What does this mean? I just arrived and he fainted? Do I look that scary?"
An Nuan smiled, comforted him a few words, and then asked Chen Wenjing to share the information.
Hai Changfeng organized and distributed the collected information, then said,
"Brother Jun, male, estimated age around 25-28 years old, abilities unknown, but has a lot of food."
"He seems to have a large base, but he likes to target small bases and scattered individuals outside."
"His activities involve robbery, torture, and dismantling other people's bases. He is particularly fond of women and young girls, and has some peculiar hobbies."
"He has a strong aversion to soil, mud, and fertilizer."
Hai Changfeng's last conclusion was derived from the boy.
Brother Jun's men went to the sewers to look for him. When they returned, one of them said, "It's so smelly. If Brother Jun smells it, he'll definitely chop me up. He hates the smell of silt and feces the most."
Hai Changfeng said, "I suspect Brother Jun used to farm, or his family farmed."
The old bird listened, more and more confused.
Brother Jun was only twenty-five or twenty-six? But the Brother Jun who blinded him was clearly around thirty-five.
The old bird wondered, "Are we talking about the same Brother Jun? It doesn't sound like it. Farming... Have you ever seen arms dealers who started by farming? Unless they were growing opium poppies!"
"I also find it strange. I thought Brother Jun would be older."
"Sister Nuan, look at this color."
Hai Changfeng enlarged a picture.
After Chen Wenjing reached the seventh level, she could not only monitor people's thoughts from a greater distance, wider range, and deeper depth, but also transmit thoughts into images.
Hai Changfeng said, "I've already asked Young Master Er to investigate this piece of clothing."
"It's a limited edition collaboration from last spring, exclusively sold in China. There were only 100 pieces originally, sold at 250,000 each. Among these limited edition collaborations, there are a few special ones."
He zoomed in on the picture. The person in the photo had something sparkling on their left chest, half of which was exposed, with a string of characters at the end.
"A serial number?" An Nuan was surprised to find such a significant clue.
Special limited edition items, combined with serial numbers, even if the original owner couldn't be found now, it could be determined where the original owner was.
Fu Yunlei: "This kind of clothing is usually bought by rich second and third-generation heirs, but because it's so limited, most people only wear it once or twice before putting it in their wardrobes for collection."
"Rich people, they don't need it, but they must have it!"