The manager felt fear growing within him. He had never imagined Mu Feng's strength was so formidable. Without a word being spoken, he had already inflicted such painful consequences. Given a second chance, he would absolutely never have uttered those excessive words in Mu Feng's presence.
This was torture beyond human endurance.
He felt as though his body had transformed into a spirit from the eighteenth level of hell, being continuously pressed and ground by a millstone.
The pain was so extreme it shattered his composure. His pupils contracted violently. He opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but no sound escaped. His gaze could only plead with Mu Feng.
A faint smile played on Mu Feng's lips, his eyes filled with amusement.
"I know what you're thinking. Do you regret it now?"
After saying this, Mu Feng didn't wait for an answer. He didn't need one; he could tell from the man's eyes what he was thinking. His gaze was accompanied by a brilliant smile.
"I know what you want to say, but without a severe lesson, you won't cooperate honestly. Don't rush. This is just the beginning. We have plenty of time to play. I'm no longer interested in looking for others. As long as I achieve my goal through you, I will find that person."
With that, Mu Feng sat down, lit a cigarette, seemingly unconcerned that his target might escape.
The manager trembled all over, his muscles spasming uncontrollably.
At this moment, he truly regretted his actions. If given another chance, he would have honestly revealed everyone, not resisting Mu Feng at all.
The pain far surpassed his imagination.
If there was a method in this world that truly made life worse than death, he believed Mu Feng's methods were certainly the strongest.
Yet, at this moment, he had no opportunity. Even if he wanted to speak, no sound would come out. His heart was filled with remorse and fearful pleas, which could only be expressed through his eyes.
Over ten minutes passed. Each second felt like an eternity for the manager. His spirit had completely broken. His gaze towards Mu Feng was now vacant.
The pleas had completely vanished. He felt Mu Feng wasn't just interrogating him for information, but forcing him into a life worse than death.
Mu Feng crushed the second cigarette in his hand, his eyes still smiling.
"Speak. Now you can give me an answer."
Hearing this, the manager finally felt he could speak. His eyes were filled with terror. "Please, spare me. If you spare me, I'll tell you everything you want to know."
"Those people behind the scenes don't know their information. Everything I said earlier was the truth. I don't even know their identities; I've never met them. As soon as they give me information, I'll immediately send them the people I've arranged."
"My role was specifically recruitment at the talent market. As soon as I find talented individuals, I'll assign them to positions. When the time comes, I'll gather them and send them all overseas."
"I know I was wrong. If I had another chance, I would never do such heinous things again. I know these people are the treasures of this region."
"Unfortunately, I was blinded by greed and swayed by profit."
"Please, I truly know I was wrong. Give me another chance. Just put me out of my misery. I only want to die, even if it means enduring torture in the eighteenth level of hell, I wouldn't hesitate."
The manager, now weeping, knelt before Mu Feng. If given another chance, he would have immediately told Mu Feng everything and then asked for a quick death.
Mu Feng's face broke into a brilliant smile. "Since you've confessed honestly, you can contact Mr. Na now. Tell him you've found an exceptionally powerful genius."
"Tell them the aptitude has reached its limit. Those fools don't understand what testing the limits of aptitude means. When they arrive, hand me over directly. Tell them I am the person you've chosen."
The manager was stunned. His eyes looked at Mu Feng with disbelief.
He understood the power of some individuals. If Mu Feng were to be taken onto that ship, it would be a near-certain death. That ship would be filled with powerhouses, and those people could casually unleash immense destructive power. Could Mu Feng truly withstand them?
However, these thoughts were fleeting. He dared not resist.
He nodded without hesitation, like a pecking chick.
"Please, can you give me a quick end? I'll call them immediately. I'll contact them right away. No need for words; a text message is enough. Those people won't question me. They only have one thought: to completely absorb all the talent from our region."
"They know very well that if they leave enough talent here, they will eventually become personnel of the Ninth Division."
"As for what those people do, I'm not clear. I've only heard some of their reputation."
Mu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze filled with intense killing intent. "Then tell me, are the people behind them the Alliance?"
Those three words struck the manager like lightning.
His pupils contracted violently. However, after a brief hesitation, his shattered psyche couldn't conjure a better excuse or answer. He could only nod.
"That's right, they are the Alliance!"