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Shen Yan cursed inwardly.
This brat was actually this underhanded!
You're the one interrogating an enemy, yet you dragged me over to be your shield!
At that very moment.
The esteemed supervisor of the Martial Artist Guild made a deeply upsetting discovery.
He had come all this way, failed to recruit anyone, and landed himself in a whole mess of trouble instead!
But when he remembered the Little Ancestor in Panda Pajamas in the living room...
A wise man knows when to bend!
I'll put up with it!
At once.
Shen Yan nodded to the captain of the Security Squad.
"That's right. It's me."
The security captain was a middle-aged man of about forty.
He held a battle knife in his right hand. His other hand...
There was no other hand.
His left arm had been severed at the shoulder, leaving an empty sleeve.
"So it's Supervisor Shen! In that case, there's no problem."
His tone was respectful, but neither servile nor overbearing.
Then he glanced at the man in the suit lying in a pool of blood.
"I'd noticed this insurance salesman skulking around before. Sure enough, he was up to no good!"
"Please carry on, Supervisor Shen. We won't disturb you."
"Move out."
The next instant.
The ten well-equipped martial artists on the security team vanished from the villa's entrance.
Shen Yan: "..."
Insurance salesman!
A fucking insurance salesman again!
Supervisor Shen's soul suffered another crushing blow.
When I get back, I'm burning that damned suit!
Jiang Fu fetched a basin of toilet water.
He dumped it mercilessly over the suited man's head.
The suited man slowly opened his eyes.
When he looked at Jiang Fu again, his eyes were filled with terror.
The young man had delicate features and a bright, sunny disposition.
But to the suited man, he was nothing short of an evil ghost that had crawled out of hell!
"Y-you... what did you do to me?!"
That bone-piercing, heart-rending pain had nearly shattered his mind!
A glass bottle floated out of the villa.
It hovered in front of the suited man.
"Didn't I tell you?"
"This potion of mine amplifies your senses tenfold."
"Every single sense."
Sight, touch, smell, taste, hearing...
And pain multiplied by ten.
Those heightened senses allowed him to feel every detail of every injury on his body with perfect clarity.
It was not just physical torture, but devastation of the mind.
The suited man's face was deathly pale, and he shuddered violently.
The stumps of his leg and arms were still bleeding.
Jiang Fu's face was expressionless. "Who's Old Wu?"
The suited man lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and said nothing.
Jiang Fu scoffed. "Pretty loyal, aren't you?"
Shen Yan, standing to one side, felt rather uncomfortable too.
He let out a long sigh.
In a solemn tone, he said, "Martial artists like them spend years in the Wilderness Area, living on a knife's edge. They've been through life and death together. Why would they betray each other over a little pain?"
Jiang Fu frowned.
"Supervisor Shen, do you have a way to keep him conscious so he won't pass out from the pain?"
Shen Yan: "..."
The solemn expression on his face instantly cracked.
"I'll do it."
Just then, a clear, cool female voice reached them.
Shi Jiu was wearing a full set of fluffy Panda Pajamas.
She walked out of the villa, rubbing her eyes.
At the sight of Shi Jiu.
Shen Yan once again felt his entire worldview collapse.
Jiang Fu hurried over and said softly, "It's cold outside. Don't catch a chill."
Shi Jiu waved a hand. "It's fine. These clothes are pretty warm."
After a pause, she added, "You got me soaking wet at noon, and I didn't catch a cold then, either."
Shen Yan: "???"
Shen Yan: "!!!"
What the fuck kind of filthy talk was that?!
Shen Yan wished he could puncture his own eardrums.
Wait!
What exactly was going on between the Little Ancestor and Jiang Fu?
Were they really involved?
Jiang Fu was a little embarrassed.
He coughed. "Well... the clothes I picked really are warm and good-looking!"
There was even a hint of pride in his voice.
Shi Jiu's eyes curved as she smiled in agreement.
Shen Yan: "..."
He wanted to slap himself again.
Just what had Jiang Fu done to bewitch this vicious Little Ancestor?
Shi Jiu beckoned.
A faint glimmer of silver flashed.
It instantly lodged in the top of the suited man's head.
It was a tiny silver needle.
"Done."
At her words, Jiang Fu stirred his spirit power ever so slightly.
The large bottle of toilet water poured into the suited man's mouth once more.
Pain multiplied by ten, lasting thirty seconds!
All senses multiplied by ten, lasting thirty seconds!
At that same instant.
Heart-rending screams rang out again.
The suited man wanted to pass out like he had last time.
But because of the needle in the top of his head.
He remained fully conscious.
Passing out from pain was, in fact, one of the body's self-protective responses.
But Shi Jiu's silver needle had directly disabled that protective mechanism.
It kept the suited man conscious at all times.
His agonized screams echoed throughout the Villa Complex.
The security team and the others couldn't help shrinking back.
"Is Supervisor Shen from the Martial Artist Guild really that vicious?"
"Just look at what he's torturing that man into!"
"Xiao Jiang's had a hard life. We can't let that man lead him astray..."
As for the other homeowners in the complex.
Property management had already informed them that Supervisor Shen of the Martial Artist Guild was interrogating a criminal on the premises.
Once they heard that Shen Yan was there.
The homeowners immediately dropped their objections.
As a supervisor of the Martial Artist Guild, Shen Yan was a prominent figure in Bincheng District Nine.
Inside the villa's courtyard.
"K-kill me..."
"Please, kill me! Kill me! Aaaah—"
The suited man convulsed on the ground.
His limbs, missing a lower leg and both hands, thrashed desperately.
As though he were trying to grab something.
His eyes were filled with nothing but despair and emptiness.
At that moment.
Even Shen Yan felt his scalp crawl.
He looked at the two beside him with trepidation.
The Little Ancestor was already terrifying enough when she killed people.
And now Jiang Fu had come along too!
Judging by the suited man's expression, things were probably exactly as Jiang Fu had described.
Every sense was amplified tenfold while he remained fully conscious!
He could neither live nor die!
Put these two together...
One kills, the other hands over the knife.
One tortures, the other lends a hand!
Jiang Fu glanced at Shen Yan.
His voice was quiet. "Supervisor Shen, did you know?"
"When I ran into these people in the Wilderness Area..."
"They said they'd break all four of my limbs first, force me to tell them where the spiritual fruit was, then snap my neck and bring my head back to Guo Fangdong."
Shen Yan froze.
Then he understood.
So it was about spiritual fruit.
But the suited man before him certainly didn't deserve any sympathy.
Those who killed others could expect to be killed in turn.
A trace of killing intent lurked in Shi Jiu's pitch-black eyes. "They really said that?"
Jiang Fu smiled. "They did."
"So I obliterated three of them and fed four to the wolves."
"As for this one..."
Jiang Fu looked at the suited man struggling on the ground.
"He can die from the pain."
Before his words had even faded.
A small blade floated over.
It lightly sliced across the suited man's face.
"Aaaah—"
Another despairing scream tore from the suited man's mouth.
At that moment.
All of his amplified senses.
He could clearly feel every detail of the blade slicing through his skin.
"I—I'll talk, I'll talk..."
"Brother Wu... His name is Wu Deming!"
"He's a coach at Wude Martial Arts Hall."
"And the Captain of our Crimson Tiger Martial Artist Team."
"Guo... Guo Fangdong offered three hundred million for your head..."
Jiang Fu silently committed the names of the Crimson Tiger Martial Artist Squad and Wude Martial Arts Hall to memory.
"And you? How were you planning to kill me?"
The man in the suit wasn't particularly strong.
Ten seconds earlier, then another thirty seconds.
Forty seconds of Multiply by Ten in all.
Yet Jiang Fu had used only six points of Spirit Power.
At that level, the man was barely stronger than a Red-tailed Rat.
And he had dared come alone to the heavily guarded Blue Shore District to kill him?
By then,
the thirty seconds had passed.
The man in the suit gradually regained his normal senses.
He lay on the ground, gulping down air.
"Poison... I'm a Poison Master..."
Jiang Fu froze.
A Poison Master?
Someone who used poison?
So,
if I'd stayed at the hospital, he really might have poisoned me without anyone noticing.
"But a Poison Master..."
Jiang Fu thought of the Blue Ringed Octopus Venom Gland and how he still had no idea what to do with it.
An idea came to him at once.
His Spirit Power stirred slightly.
He fetched another bottle of toilet water.
"This bottle contains a Potion that speeds up recovery."
As he spoke,
Jiang Fu moved his Spirit Power again.
The man's severed hands and lower legs floated into the air.
His left hand went into the stump of his right leg.
His right hand went into the stump of his left leg.
His left lower leg attached to his right wrist.
And his right lower leg attached to his left wrist.
The man's eyes flew wide.
"What—what are you going to do to me?!" he asked, his face contorted with terror.
Jiang Fu ignored him.
He simply poured the bottle of toilet water down the man's throat.
Limb Reattachment Speed, Wound Healing Speed—Multiply by Ten!
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