Fu Zheng was no longer wordy either, he directly used a dagger to break the man's hand muscles and hamstrings, then stuffed a cloth ball into his mouth, holding the painful howl back into his stomach.
Fu Zheng carried a dagger to the side of another man in black and asked, "Do you speak obediently, or do you want to be like him?"
Faced with such a threat, as long as a normal person, it is impossible not to be afraid.
Because they knew, clearly knew that even if they were cut a thousand times, the boss would never come to rescue them.
In the hands of these people, there is only one end.
"If I say it, can you give me a happy way to die?"
Fu Zheng nodded: "Of course, you can die whatever you want, but you have to tell the truth first. If you let me know that you are lying, I will make you worse than your companions."
"I think you must have eaten it. Cut off people's hands and feet, cut off their tongues and dig out their eyes, and then soak them in the wine jar, soak them in the wine jar for the rest of their lives—"
Before Fu Zheng finished speaking, the man was so scared that he was almost incontinent and interrupted Fu Zheng's words: "I said, I said, I said, please, give me a good time."
Fu Zheng snorted coldly, "Say it?"
"We are members of the White Tiger Gang, and our boss asked us to come."
Fu Zheng asked: "Do you know who we are?"
The man in black nodded: "I know, saying that you are high officials from the city of Kyoto, who have offended the nobles and want to deal with you here."
"So, you Baihu Gang only use money to do things?" The man in black nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, we just do things with money."
Fu Zheng asked again: "What did your boss order?"
The black-clothed man said: "Say, say-life or death, as long as you kill the boss of you, you will get a reward of a thousand taels of silver."
Fu Zheng looked sideways at Chu Yan.
Chu Yan slowly put aside the tea cup, his face was careless, "I want to see who is killing me."
Fu Zheng threw the dagger in his hand in front of the black-clothed man, and said, "Give you two paths. One, cut it by yourself, and two, kill your companion, take us to your so-called boss, and after it’s done, You can be free."
Not surprisingly, the man chose two.
No one wants to die, no one is not afraid of death.
Only when there is no choice, will you choose to die. As long as you can choose, who will want to die
When it's dead, it's like a lamp goes out and nothing is lost.
Only when you are alive can you have hope and everything is possible.
That night, Fu Zheng went out with a few Dragon Guards, and when he came back, he was carrying a big sack.
There was no light in the room, and even if the sack was untied, the people inside did not see the light again.
Fu Zheng kicked the man in the side of the waist and asked, "Say, who is behind it?"
The guy didn't make a sound, and Fu Zheng took the knife and dropped, and one arm was chopped off.
In order to prevent him from making the screams of killing pigs, a piece of cloth was inserted into his mouth in time.
Fu Zheng squatted beside him, his gloomy voice seemed to be a cold blade, constantly brushing his neck.
"Not to mention, I broke your other arm."
There was no light in the room, and the cool moonlight came in outside the window. Although I couldn't see the human face, I could see the shimmering dagger and long knife.
Such a sharp long knife can easily chop off his neck.
But he also knew in his heart that if he didn't speak, he couldn't die if he wanted to, and would only suffer torture.
Enduring the severe pain, he nodded desperately and kept nodding.