Everyone looked at Chen Mo, cursing inwardly. Of course, they could not say it out loud, or they would definitely be punished.
However, even though everyone else remained silent, someone still spoke up.
"Heh! You Black Fire Organization people really will use any means necessary to get our cultivation manuals," said the man in his forties in a somewhat hoarse voice.
Perhaps he had not drunk any water, or perhaps he had gone too long without speaking. When he opened his mouth, his voice was rather grating.
Upon hearing him, Chen Mo immediately caught the key point in his words: cultivation manuals!
Sure enough, the Black Fire Organization had captured these prisoners for the cultivation manuals of the Han Chinese. Otherwise, there was no way they would keep these fellows alive! Besides, after using such methods to strip them all of their ability to resist, it would have been much simpler to just kill them.
The Black Fire Organization did dirty work; it was not some government military force. Therefore, it would never specifically target Martial Artists.
"But this method you used this time is really fresh and unconventional. If you're going to pretend to be Chinese, at least make it convincing. With your current appearance, you're clearly Siamese. How could you possibly be Chinese?"
"Ha! Hahaha...! Cough, cough! Cough...!" The man in his forties burst into laughter as he spoke, seemingly wanting to mock Chen Mo's childish approach. Yet after only a few laughs, it turned into coughing. Perhaps he had choked on his breath or something, but he simply could not stop coughing. A young woman behind him immediately stepped forward and patted his back, trying to ease his coughing.
After they had been captured, the Black Fire Organization had used all kinds of deception. Interrogations and various