If Xiao Yao's lover wasn't a hostage, and if Lao Monster wasn't a hostage himself, both of them would have cursed loudly.
The hand belongs to the old monster, and the person answering the question is the little demon. What does it have to do with you? Why are you so nervous? We should be the ones who are nervous, okay
Fang Yan waved his hand, indicating that the previous incident did not count.
He held the old monster's wrist with one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed the five fingers of the old monster's right hand, and said, "Come on, that last time doesn't count, let's continue the game. First question, where did you learn Tai Chi?"
The little demon looked at the old monster, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Snap!
Fang Yan exerted force with his fingers suddenly and broke another finger of the old monster.
"Um-----"
Because Fang Yan used too much force this time, he almost broke the old monster's finger to 90 degrees. Even though the old monster had been through hundreds of battles, he couldn't bear such pain. He gritted his teeth and groaned.
"What are you doing?" the little demon hissed. He moved his right foot forward, ready to attack at any time. "You did it on purpose."
"Yes. This time it was intentional." Fang Yan said very frankly. "I didn't explain the rules of the game clearly just now, so I'll add a few more. After I ask a question, the person answering the question cannot hesitate or waste time. You two cannot talk to each other, not even eye contact - who knows if you have some chips implanted in your eyes that can send messages through eye contact or something."
"You didn't explain the rules clearly, so why did you break his finger?" Xiao Yao said angrily. "Why should someone else bear the consequences of your mistakes?"
Fang Yan sneered, looked at Xiao Yao and said, "You are killers, not naive children. Don't you know this principle better than me? Now, you are in my hands. Everything I say is a rule, and everything I do is a rule. No matter if it is my fault or not, if I say it is your fault, then it is your fault. Did you tell me the rules when you killed me? No."
"-----" Xiao Yao hesitated. Fang Yan said this, and she really had no way to refute it. If they had succeeded just now, Fang Yan would have been dead now. They would not tell him any rules or any stupid game of quick questions and answers.
A philosopher in the killer world once said: wasting time is equivalent to chronic suicide.
"Do you understand?" Fang Yan asked with a smile. "If you understand, then let's start over again - the first question is, who sent you to kill me?"
"------" The little demon opened his mouth and quickly closed it.
This foxy fellow, this cunning bastard like a coyote, actually played tricks on them, he actually played interrogation psychology with them.
Fang Yan broke the first finger of the old monster when Xiao Yao and Laoguai were completely unprepared, in order to make them tense physically and mentally ready to answer any questions Fang Yan asked at any time. Because you don't know why he will attack, and you don't know when he will attack - he makes you unable to defend yourself, but you have to defend yourself.
Fang Yan broke the old monster's second finger because Xiao Yao was too slow to answer the question and was suspected of eye contact. Because of hesitation and pause, the old monster broke a finger. This prompted Xiao Yao and the old monster to concentrate more, and even put the answer on their lips. As long as Fang Yan asked the question again, they would immediately say the answer he wanted -
However, the third question he asked was about who was behind the scenes. He suddenly changed the question, and they almost blurted out the answer.
Fortunately, they were quick to react and held back the answer to this question. If they leaked the buyer's information, they would violate the professional ethics of the killers, and not only would they find it difficult to gain a foothold in this industry, but they would also be hunted down by the organization.
The first rule of a killer: kill the target.
The second rule of the killer: Do not disclose the employer's information.
The third rule of the killer's creed: loyalty to the first employer.
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Fang Yan looked at the old monster he had captured, and then at the happy look in the eyes of the little demon in front of him, and couldn't help but smile. He said, "Do you think I'm smart?"
"------"
Snap!
Fang Yan slowly broke the old monster's third finger.
Fang Yan patted the old monster's hand and said, "This time it's the price for refusing to answer questions."
The old monster and the little demon stared at Fang Yan with vicious eyes. They were almost mad at this kid.
play!
Such words couldn't help but pop up in their minds.
He was playing with them, playing with their bodies, playing with their emotions -
They were killers. One - no, two killers with a long history were played around with like this. It must be said that this was an insult.
"You can kill me." The old monster looked at Fang Yan and said, "But I can assure you that you will be in danger for the rest of your life and your life may be taken away at any time."
"Is this a threat?" Fang Yan said sarcastically. "The knives in your hands can't scare me, do you think your two lips can do something that knives can't do?"
"What do you want?" Xiao Yao said. "We can trade."
"You are not qualified to trade with me. Answer my first question first. Where did you learn Tai Chi?" Fang Yan asked again.
After Xiao Yao confirmed the content of the question raised by Fang Yan, he said in a low voice: "We followed Wen Qingsong to learn for a period of time----"
"Wen's Tai Chi?" Fang Yan asked. Wen's Tai Chi is a branch of Chen's Tai Chi, and is also a major branch of Chinese Tai Chi. Wen Qingsong is a famous Tai Chi master in China, known as the 'Swallow in the Clouds'. Fang Yan saw with his own eyes that the old man Wen Qingsong, dressed in a white Tang suit, stepped on the edge of a large copper basin with one foot on his toes and walked along the copper basin. The copper basin was empty but did not tilt to one side or turn upside down. The old man Wen Qingsong's posture was like soaring in the clouds and a swallow strolling, so he was nicknamed the Swallow in the Clouds.
Fang Yan looked at Xiao Yao carefully and said, "Who are you to Wen Qingsong?"
The little demon remained silent.
Fang Yan suddenly remembered a secret and asked in surprise, "Are you Wen Qingsong's abandoned disciple?"
It is said that when Wen Qingsong was young, he had two things in abundance: many disciples and many women. One of his disciples was in love with his favorite lover. Somehow, Wen Qingsong found out about this and flew into a rage, threatening to kill both of them. Both the disciple and the lover fled and have not been heard from since.
Family disgrace should not be made public, and very few people knew about this matter. Fang Yan also overheard some fragments of the conversation.
Now hearing Xiao Yao say that they learned Tai Chi from Wen Qingsong, does that mean that these two people are the lover and apprentice that Wen Qingsong drove away back then
"Tai Chi is a traditional Chinese martial art that helps you stay healthy, but you use it to kill people - bad guys, even colleagues like me. Do you still have a conscience?"
"The killer does the job for money and does not care about the cause and effect of good or evil." The old monster said in a cold voice.
"You sound very relaxed and carefree." Fang Yan sneered. "You still have two fingers on this hand, and I also happen to have two questions to ask - the first one is, who sent you to kill me?"
The little demon and the old monster did not answer.
Snap!
Fang Yan exerted force again and broke the old monster's fourth finger.
"There is still one better finger on this hand, and I have one last question - " Fang Yan said. "Who sent you to kill me?"
This is the last question and the last chance.
If they still don't want to answer, then Fang Yan doesn't mind letting them see the violent methods of a gentle man.
"I don't know." The old monster said. "No one knows. They are connected through the organization-----"
"I am not satisfied with this answer. I have to say sorry to you again-----" Fang Yan said.
At this moment, Xiao Yao rushed towards Fang Yan with a blade in hand, looking as if he was going to die together with his lover.
Fang Yan grabbed the old monster's wrist and pushed his body out violently.
The old monster was his natural shield, he didn't believe that the little demon would dare to use a knife on his man, the old monster. As long as the old monster was alive, Fang Yan would have nothing to worry about.
Soon, Fang Yan realized that he was wrong.
The little demon really used his knife to attack the old monster. Moreover, the knife was quite sharp and cruel.
The blade in her hand was just a disguise. She didn't know when the blade had been changed into a long prismatic knife.
The long knife chopped fiercely on the old monster's arm, and because of the excessive force, it actually cut off the arm that was in Fang Yan's hand.
laugh-----
There was a lot of smoke around Fang Yan, and a flame flew towards him.
Fang Yan waved the half-broken arm to knock away the burning phosphorus stones. When he could see again, he saw the little demon and the old monster holding hands and jumping towards the Tiger Leaping Gorge at the same time.
The mountain wind is howling and the canyon is unfathomable.
suicide
No, a hero cuts off his arm in order to survive.
After they had descended for a distance, a large black cloth suddenly swelled up behind them. The black cloth unfolded in the strong wind and became a natural parachute.
There was a miniature parachute bag on the back of the little demon. It seemed that they had chosen Tiger Leaping Gorge as the attack point for a reason.
Fang Yan stood in the canyon and watched for a long time, until their figures disappeared, then he withdrew his gaze.
Holding up his half-bloody arm, Fang Yan said with great emotion: "Killer killer - at the critical moment, you have to kill your own hand."
Fang Yan felt that they were really cruel and that most people couldn't do such a thing.
(PS: Lao Liu has arrived in Shenzhen. See you tomorrow, friends!) (To be continued)