ebookslot Chapter 1332 - 1331
Chapter 1332 - 1331
The two thugs woke up to find themselves tightly trussed up. They instinctively struggled, but couldn’t move an inch. Instead, their wounds were tugged, making them bare their teeth in pain."Stop struggling. I’ve got questions for you. Answer them properly," Lin Fan said calmly.
The gaunt-faced man snorted. "You’re overthinking it. No matter what you ask, we won’t tell you a damn thing!"
Lin Fan said, "I have ways to make you talk."
The gaunt face didn’t buy it. "We’re not even afraid of dying, you think we’d be afraid of you? Best if you just kill us. That’ll save you some time."
The fat one said, "It’s just a pity we can’t drag you down with us. All because of you, you little punk. I was already prepared to die!"
Lin Fan smiled. "People who aren’t afraid of death aren’t that impressive. The most terrifying kind in this world are the ones who aren’t afraid of living. Because sometimes, being alive hurts more than dying. The reason you’re so confident is just that you haven’t tasted that kind of pain yet."
The gaunt face sneered. "Kid, trying to scare us? You picked the wrong target. We grew up on fear. Don’t tell me you really think you can scare us?"
Lin Fan said, "You don’t believe me? Then I’ll let you see for yourself."
Lin Fan possessed top-tier Medical Skill. His understanding of the human body was second to none in this world. He could cure all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases. Illnesses others couldn’t treat, he could turn around with a wave of his hand. By the same logic, he could also create pain—pain no one could endure.
Lin Fan tapped a few spots on the fat man’s body, then slapped the top of his head.
At first, the fat man didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary.
That made the gaunt face burst out laughing. "Putting on a show!"
The fat man laughed too. "That’s it?"
But soon, the fat man couldn’t laugh anymore. He started feeling unwell, a little sore and itchy. Gradually, the pain and itch intensified, like his whole body was crawling with ants. The fat man couldn’t help twisting his body over and over, trying to ease it, but it was completely useless.
Worse still, his hands and feet were bound. He couldn’t even scratch.
The fat man tried to grit his teeth and endure, but human endurance has its limits. His expression grew more and more twisted with pain, his whole face flushed red.
The gaunt face watched from beside him and asked, "Fatty, what’s wrong with you?"
The fat man finally couldn’t hold it in. "It itches, I’m so itchy, it hurts so much—ah, I can’t take it, make it stop!"
The gaunt face was startled. Was it really that bad? Pain or itch, you just grit your teeth and bear it, and it passes, doesn’t it?
"Fatty, you hold on!" the gaunt face said in a deep voice.
The fat man screamed, "I can’t hold on! It’s like there are countless ants crawling all over me, crawling and biting at the same time—ah! Make it stop!"
The fat man let out wave after wave of heart-rending screams. The screams pierced out of the lounge. The passengers outside heard and felt their scalps go numb. It sounded too miserable; nobody knew what was going on in there.
"Fatty, calm down! Fatty, shut up!" the gaunt face roared, trying to snap him out of it.
But the fat man didn’t listen at all, still howling his lungs out. That scream was so shrill it was like he was in Purgatory.
The gaunt face saw he couldn’t wake the fat man. The guy seemed to have lost his mind, only knowing how to scream. Maybe he really couldn’t endure it. Maybe the pain Lin Fan had given him really had gone beyond what he could bear.
"Fatty, listen to me! Hurry up and die! Only if you die can you be freed!" the gaunt face shouted.
Lin Fan smiled faintly. "You want him to kill himself, you mean these?"
Lin Fan opened his palm. Lying there were two pills.
He had found them in the two thugs’ mouths. They’d been holding the pills there the whole time. At the critical moment, all they had to do was bite down, and the toxin would enter their bloodstream and kill them on the spot.
But now, the pills were in Lin Fan’s hand. Which meant that even if they wanted to commit suicide, it wouldn’t be easy.
This time, they truly couldn’t live, couldn’t die. All they could do was stay alive and be tortured.
The gaunt face froze. He wasn’t Lin Fan’s match at all. Lin Fan had already arranged their fate. If Lin Fan wanted them alive, they stayed alive. If Lin Fan wanted them dead, then they wouldn’t stand a chance.
Now that Lin Fan wanted the truth out of them, they had no choice but to spit it out honestly.
Watching all this, Chen Long was completely stunned.
He was an Interpol officer. In his battles against the underworld, when necessary, he too had resorted to coercive interrogation. But he had never seen anyone suffering like this fat man. Normally, if they needed to use torture, they would rely on tools. Electricity was the most common—most people couldn’t endure electric shocks; it was extremely painful and a little slip-up could kill someone.
Yet now, Lin Fan hadn’t used any tools at all. Just some unknown technique, and he had subjected this fat man to pain a hundred times worse than electric torture.
And the most terrifying part was, even in such agony, the fat man’s mind stayed clear. He didn’t pass out from the pain; instead, he remained fully conscious and took every second of the torment.
Although Chen Long couldn’t imagine exactly what the fat man was feeling, just seeing his reaction made it clear: nobody would ever want to experience that.
Chen Long could only pray he would never have the chance to try it himself.
In his mind, the same question popped up again: who on earth was this young man Lin Fan?
When Lin Fan felt it was about enough, he reached out and tapped a few points on the fat man’s body, lifting the torment.
The fat man slumped down, completely drained, drenched in cold sweat, like he’d just run twenty thousand meters. He was half-dead.
Lin Fan looked at the gaunt face and smiled. "Well? If you think you can take it, I don’t mind letting you feel it too. Of course, if you don’t want to, just say the word and I’ll let the fat one feel it one more time."
Just hearing "one more time" scared the fat man out of his wits. He couldn’t die, yet staying alive meant suffering that kind of torture. He was truly terrified. Once was enough. He never wanted to go through it again. As long as he didn’t have to endure that pain a second time, he was willing to do anything.
"Tell him. Whatever he wants to know, tell him!" The fat man looked at the gaunt face with pleading eyes.
Fear surged up in the gaunt face’s heart as well. What the hell was this Lin Fan? He wasn’t human, he had to be a Devil.
"I..." The gaunt face hesitated for a moment, then said, "I can talk. But you have to promise me one thing. After I’m done, you kill us. We can’t go on living anyway."
Lin Fan agreed readily. "Fine. I promise you."
The gaunt face said, "The two of us are both professional killers. In the United Kingdom, there’s an organization. We belong to that organization. We have to obey our superiors’ orders unconditionally. This mission was assigned to us by our superior."
Lin Fan let out an "oh." "Even if they told you to die, you’d obey?"
The gaunt face said, "That’s right. Because if I disobey, I’d be dead anyway."