Mu Feng's face still wore a faint smile, his eyes showing a hint of amusement. "As you must have heard earlier, Xiao Qi and I have already begun our operations. This means I'm ready to cast my net."
"Whether it's the people behind you or the Yao family, not a single one will escape."
"There's no point in you trying to keep your secrets now. Even if you manage to keep them, I will still catch the people behind you."
"Therefore, I'm no longer interested in whether you tell the truth."
With that, he directly let go.
The man in black slumped to the ground, his eyes dazed and filled with terror. The black mask on his head had fallen off.
His face now looked like a writhing earthworm, the intense pain having completely shattered his mental defenses. His dantian was destroyed, and his meridians were as if torn into wisps of cotton.
This was a fatal blow to a martial artist, and it also made him feel a profound and agonizing fear, a pain that was continuously spreading.
He felt as if he had fallen into the eighteenth level of hell.
"Please, kill me. Give me a quick end!"
"I truly know I was wrong. I will be careful in my next life. Please, let me go!"
As he spoke, he had already begun to babble incoherently.
A cold arc curved Mu Feng's lips. "If you truly wish to beg for mercy, you should show the proper attitude. Instead of just spouting nonsense, you are doing this."
"You know what I mean. Even if what you say has no effect on me, I can give you the chance to leave more quickly."
"If you continue to be obstinate, in ten seconds, you will be tormented by this pain until you die."
Upon hearing this, the man in black hesitated not at all and immediately confessed.
"The people who sent me are from the Yao family. They are very concerned about your attitude and want to see how you will retaliate, which is why they sent me. I am a loyal death soldier of the Yao family."
"Now that I've told you everything, please give me a quick death. I know I can't survive, and I don't want to go back. If I go back, I'll still face torment from the Yao family."
His face was now filled with intense pleading.
A faint smile appeared on Mu Feng's face. "It seems the Yao family's training for you is insufficient. A death soldier revealing everything they know so easily. It appears their control over you is already minimal."
"However, you have provided me with useful information, letting me know the objectives of those Yao family members."
"It seems it's time to cast the net."
With that, he turned and walked away.
The man in black's voice trembled. "Didn't you just promise me? If I told you everything, you would give me a quick end."
"Why are you leaving? Come back!"
His voice was a heart-wrenching roar.
Mu Feng's calm words drifted from not far away.
"I promised to give you a quick end, but I never said I would do it myself. Now that you've regained the ability to move, if you want to die, you can just smash your head against a tree. You don't need me to do it."
"If you lack the courage, then just go back to the Yao family. I believe they will ensure your death."
Upon hearing this, the man in black trembled from head to toe. He did not want to go back, as the situation he would face there would be no better than in Mu Feng's hands.
His eyes now held only a look of grim determination.
After a moment of hesitation, he directly smashed his head against a nearby tree.
Blood appeared on his forehead, but he did not die. He had lost all his strength, and for an ordinary person, hitting a tree with their head wouldn't result in immediate death.
His eyes were now filled with deep despair and helplessness.
He understood his current situation. After a slight hesitation, he hung his belt on the tree and then put his neck into it.
Mu Feng glanced back, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
"It seems the Yao family's methods are indeed potent, to make someone choose death over facing the consequences of failure."
He no longer wished to wait. Taking out his phone, he found the number left by the Thousand-Faced Person and dialed it.
It took over ten seconds for the person on the other end to answer, and a trembling voice came through, "I'm about to make my move. Don't worry, in a few hours at most, I'll deliver the person to you."
"Why a few more hours? Aren't you supposed to act immediately?" Mu Feng asked calmly, but a hint of displeasure could be detected in his voice.
"The opponent's strength is very high, and I need to use some methods. Otherwise, I won't last more than a few moves against them."
"You should also know that my strength is all focused on bone shrinking and illusionary arts. I might be more skilled than anyone in disguise, but in actual combat, I am merely a master at the peak of Xiantian realm."
"Compared to them, I am far from equal. If even a slight mistake occurs in front of them, you might never see me again."
The Thousand-Faced Person spoke from the heart. He knew his own situation and his shortcomings.
Furthermore, in front of Mu Feng, he dared not show any complaint or speak a single word of objection, as the consequences would be severe, and he could not afford them.
The smile on Mu Feng's lips widened. "Just tell me where you are and send me your location. I'll be there immediately."
"Since you are no match for them, I will handle it personally. Their strength is considerable, so they must be a minor executive."
"I'm rather bored anyway."
After a slight hesitation of a few seconds, the Thousand-Faced Person agreed and sent his location to Mu Feng's phone.
Looking at the location, it was only about ten kilometers away.
He drove there, and it only took him a little over ten minutes to arrive in front of a civilian house.
It was a siheyuan, and some sounds could be faintly heard from outside.
The Thousand-Faced Person was waiting in a corner of the siheyuan. When he saw Mu Feng emerge from the shadows, a flicker of nervousness appeared on his face. He knew very well that his only use in Mu Feng's hands was to expose the person behind it all.