"Captain, what's that gibberish he's saying?"
The middle-aged man beside him cautiously leaned closer, looking at the white-suited man whose pupils had suddenly contracted, and asked in a low voice.
"It's nothing important." He Ao shook his head, grabbed the phantom femur at his chest, and slowly exerted force.
The femur embedded in his body was slowly pulled from his chest, along with the slender, writhing tiny tentacles connected around it, which were dragged out of He Ao's body.
But those tentacles extended far beyond the small section visible outside. They were deeply rooted in He Ao's flesh and soul.
As he pulled outward, the slender tentacles were drawn from He Ao's body like threads, and intense pain, like being scorched by raging flames, spread through his body and soul.
Yet his movements did not pause. He continued slowly upward, pulling the femur out bit by bit.
Before him, the white-suited man's expression had shifted from surprise to shock. He lowered his head, his gaze deep, and rasped, "How exactly did you do that?"
He Ao did not answer. He simply raised his hand and pulled the phantom femur out faster.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Amid a series of crisp sounds, the slender tentacles embedded in his body were pulled out one by one, scattering through the air before being drawn back into the femur the next instant.
"It's fine. I have ways to make you talk." The white-suited man lowered his head and stared at He Ao, his voice cold. "Though I think you're merely using some trick to deceive me."
He slowly held up the badge in his hands. "Even if you really pulled out that Bone Arrow through some secret art, it doesn't matter. If one attempt doesn't kill you, then I'll do it again. You have no