The severed finger fell to the ground, blood spurting out. The Japanese man groaned, gritted his teeth and looked at the madman coldly, but his twitching body and dense beads of sweat on his forehead told of his pain.
The madman didn't say anything, and didn't even look at the Japanese man, and sat back down. Dapeng laughed and said softly: "Sorry, my brother has a quick temper and doesn't like to hear lies! So... if you don't want to die, you'd better cooperate."
"Also, I'm going to ask you about things I know and things I don't know. If you tell a lie... I'll cut off a finger!" After Dapeng finished speaking, the three Japanese people swallowed their saliva in unison. This was a psychological warfare!
"Well... let the game continue! Who are you?" Dapeng asked with a smile.
"We are Japanese." This time they did not lie. Since Dapeng and his team were able to bring them here, they must have seen their passports, and their Japanese identities were written on the passports, so there was no point in hiding it.
"What are you doing here?" Dapeng asked without pause.
"I've already said it just now, it's for business." The Japanese man with the severed finger said with a pale face. As soon as he finished speaking, the madman sitting next to him stood up again, turned the black knife in his hand, and instantly cut off the thumb of his other hand.
"Ah!..." The Japanese man couldn't help but feel the pain, after all, his fingers were connected to his heart! But the madman didn't stop there. The black knife fiercely stabbed the back of the Japanese man's hand, and with a slight click, the Japanese man's middle finger was also cut off.
"You... you guys!" The other two Japanese looked at this scene and wanted to say something. Dapeng smiled and said, "I forgot to tell you that there is another rule in this game. If you lie twice in a row, you will have one more finger cut off. If you lie three times, you will have three cut off, and so on! Of course, if you lose your fingers, you will have toes cut off. If you lose your toes... then your eyeballs. If you lose your eyeballs, then you will have to cut off your flesh slowly! Don't worry... we have plenty of time!"
Dapeng said this, glanced at the blood and severed fingers on the ground, and continued: "The game continues, what are you... doing here?"
After the words fell, no one spoke. The three Japanese remained silent. Seeing this, Dapeng smiled and said, "Okay, are you protesting? Or do you think the game is unfair? But it doesn't matter, madman..."
The madman yawned and clapped his hands. After the applause died down, the door of the basement opened and a man in black came over with a Tang sword and a box of steel needles. After handing them to the madman, he went out and brought in two buckets of water.
The water was not ordinary water, it was salt water and pepper water! The steel needle was not an ordinary steel needle, but an inch long and toothpick thick steel needle! The Tang sword was extremely ordinary, that is, an ordinary Tang sword after opening.
After all the props were gathered, the man in black left. The madman picked up a handful of steel needles, about fifty or sixty in number, and walked towards a Japanese man who was still intact.
Walking up to him, the madman held a three-inch black knife in his right hand, inserted the tip of the knife into the gap between the Japanese man's fingernails, and then gently lifted the whole fingernail. The Japanese man also groaned, and the corner of his eye twitched because of the pain.
The madman seemed to be very skilled in this kind of thing. He could do it with just his right hand. In less than five seconds, three fingernails were lifted up. With his left hand, he took out a cigarette, lit it leisurely, and started smoking with an extremely leisurely look.
"Baga!" Finally, the nails of all ten fingers were lifted up, and the Japanese man couldn't bear the pain anymore and cursed loudly.
But it would have been better if he didn't curse. As soon as he started cursing, the madman's eyes instantly became gloomy. He walked towards the salt water bucket and the pepper water bucket step by step, gently scooped a spoonful and poured it on the Japanese man's hands.
When the pepper water and salt water were poured on him, the Japanese man's facial muscles twisted and his whole body was shaking! But things were far from over. The madman pulled out steel needles and inserted them into the Japanese man's opened nails one by one. Finally... he found a hammer and smashed the one-inch long steel needles into the wall behind the iron frame.
After doing all this, the madman took the Tang sword, pointed the sharp blade at the lower body of the Japanese man, raised his eyebrows, and was about to attack! At this moment, the Japanese man said: "Don't... Don't, I'll tell you... I'll tell you!"
The Japanese man knew that even if the madman cut off his genitals, the matter would not end there. He would most likely insert needles there and torture him in disguised form. After the genitals, the next places would be the eyes... a slap in the face... the nose. There were plenty of places on the human body!
"What a waste of emotion!" The madman muttered in dissatisfaction, and moved the Tang sword away from the Japanese man's lower body. However, he did not give up. The blade stabbed fiercely into the toes of another Japanese man. The blade fell to the ground, and two toes were chopped off.
The Japanese man whose toes were cut off groaned but did not shout out. In a short while, the entire basement was filled with the smell of blood.
"Tell me, what are you doing here?" Dapeng continued to ask.
"Trading with the Ming family father and son." This time the Japanese told the truth, but Dapeng and Crazy knew about it, and what they wanted to ask... was not this.
"What deal? Also, what's in that black box?" Dapeng pointed at the black box beside him and asked softly.
"If... we tell the truth, will you let us go?" The three Japanese looked at each other and decided to tell the truth. After all, as long as they left here alive, they could take the black box back.
"Yes, I promise. As long as you tell the truth, I can let you go!" Dapeng said seriously.
"Okay, then I'll tell you, I'm here on behalf of a Japanese family to trade with the Ming father and son. It's a military deal. In the black box, there's the location of the secret base of China's Nanjing Military Region, and... the best position to defeat the Three Gorges Dam." The Japanese man spoke in one breath, his face turning even paler.
As soon as he finished speaking, the madman kicked him in the lower body, put the black knife in his hand against his neck, and asked coldly: "Is what you said true?"
"It's true. Can you let us go now?" Before the Japanese man could say anything, another Japanese man spoke up.
Dapeng fell silent, because he didn't know whether it was true or not. Just then, there was a knock on the door. The madman walked to the door and opened it. The person who came was Wang Yikai.
"Kaizi, why are you here? But it just so happens that there is something here that requires your judgment." Dapeng said with a smile. (To be continued)