The Ugly Side of Human Nature That Must Not Be Seen

"I'll tell you everything! Don't come any closer!"

The assassin watched in horror as Bai Zuo covered his face with the wet paper.

Everything went black.

The wet paper clung tightly to his face with great absorbency. Because the paper was very thin, although his breathing was obstructed, he could still breathe a little air through the soaked paper.

Ah, breathing is so difficult. It's already so hard with just one layer. It will only get harder and harder to breathe as it accumulates, and this pain will continue for a long time.

This kind of cruel torture is simply unbearable for any human being.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" The assassin shook his head violently, his mind screaming: I already said I would tell you everything, why are you still sticking to me like this?

Then he heard the person standing in front say, "Because someone told me that the assassin is very tough and won't reveal any information no matter how severely he's tortured. I think such an assassin wouldn't be scared into revealing everything by a little intimidation, would he?"

"Therefore, I have prepared many other methods, and I plan to try them on Mr. Killer one by one."

Wait a minute, listen to me, I really have to confess.

The assassin was agitated and tried to explain himself.

But because of the tightly pressed wet paper, it could only make muffled sounds.

Another layer of wet paper was placed on top.

Accompanied by Bai Zuo's devilish whisper, "Mr. Assassin is clearly not afraid of death, so why does he act like he's so afraid? What is he trying to hide?"

"At first, the assassin didn't seem to expect to die. Why? Because you thought you had just accepted an ordinary assassination mission, and the target was just an ordinary company boss."

"I thought this task would be easy money, so I didn't expect it to fail."

The assassin's heart tightened.

His eyes darted around; this person had guessed all his thoughts.

"The assassin is conflicted. He wants to survive, but he's also afraid that he might reveal some secrets under torture. Does someone have some leverage over him?"

The assassin's fingers trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, and would likely have been missed if he hadn't been watching closely.

The assassin's breathing gradually became heavy and frantic.

I feel so awful.

Breathing is becoming increasingly difficult.

This person was on the verge of suffocation but not quite, and could only desperately try to breathe more heavily, hoping to get that little bit of shallow air through the soaked paper.

Coupled with the constant disturbances to his mind and spirit, the assassin's heart clenched tightly, and his blood rushed to his head.

It hurts so much!

"Let me guess, what's the secret this assassin would rather die than let go of? Is it his family?"

The assassin kept screaming in his mind: Stop talking! Stop talking!

No!

He has no relation to his family.

"It seems so~"

An inexplicable sense of dread rose within the assassin.

What did he know? What exactly did he know?

The assassin felt as if this terrifying person had seen right through him, and the secret he desperately tried to protect seemed so shallow and laughable in the eyes of the other.

The assassin felt a surge of nausea rising within him.

Pain, so much pain, both physical and mental, he was enduring unimaginable torment.

He will endure this pain, being tortured for more than ten minutes before dying. No, perhaps the other party will remove the wet paper when he is on the verge of death and then continue to inflict other methods on him.

Such a person has no heart at all. Perhaps killing someone is not a big deal to them, but they prefer to slowly torture them rather than end things cleanly.

Bai Zuo's words undoubtedly broke down his psychological defenses. He no longer had the firmness he had at the beginning, nor did he want to abide by any assassin's code of conduct.

What other industry rules are there?

All he wanted now was for them to stop interrogating him.

The wet paper was peeled off.

The assassin's face, revealing terrified, pupil-dazed expression, was revealed. "I'll tell you everything," he said.

No, he couldn't say that. If he exposed the client's information and it led to something bad happening to the client, it would be a disqualifying act for a hitman like him who takes on jobs on the dark web.

The assassin's family is in the hands of the dark web. If he dares to expose them and damage the dark web's reputation, the fate of his family is predictable.

The assassin thought for a moment and decided to stick to his original plan, giving out some false information.

Just as he was about to speak.

Bai Zuo leaned slightly closer to him. "Although Mr. Assassin's face is somewhat disguised, his true appearance is still recognizable. I am not very talented, but I do know some technological methods."

"Your feelings for your family are so deep, you must have spent a lot of time with them. You're afraid of death, yet you still became an assassin. You're afraid of death, yet you're willing to keep secrets for your family. You have such deep feelings for them. Did you become an assassin for your family?"

"Truly remarkable, I have immense respect for such a killer."

"However, the longer you spend with your family, the more likely you are to leave traces, no matter how careful you are. If someone is determined to investigate, they can find out quickly. After all, we live in the era of big data, and surveillance cameras are everywhere."

The Bai Zuo's tone was full of admiration, his eyes shining as he looked at the assassin. He both liked and loathed the malice in human nature.

Because of his ability to manipulate people's hearts and the use of the Heart Gu, he can easily see through the malice hidden deep within others' hearts—the most rotten, foul, and ugly side of human nature that is unbearable to look at.

He was drawn to this malice by the strangeness of the contract, yet he was also utterly disgusted by this ugly malice.

Everything was the same, nothing that caught his eye.

The assassin's personality wasn't particularly unique; the only thing that slightly interested him was his contradictory nature—a fear of death coupled with a desire to protect his family.

The assassin's pupils dilated; he understood the implication in Bai Zuo's words.

His weakness of caring about his family has been exposed. It may only be a matter of time before the other party finds his family. Whether he talks about his family or not, his family will die.

Despite carefully avoiding high-reward, high-risk missions, he still stumbled into a bottomless pit.

Perhaps this is retribution for killing so many people?

The assassin had resigned himself to his fate.

But at that moment, the devil said, "However, we are, after all, a legitimate company, and we know that family members shouldn't be harmed. If you, Mr. Assassin, can explain yourself clearly, perhaps we can help you resolve this small problem of your family being controlled."

The assassin looked at him in disbelief.

At this point, his reason was already somewhat confused, and as soon as this lifeline was offered to him, he couldn't wait to grab it.

"Can you really save my family?"

Bai Zuo's smile deepened considerably. "Don't you know our strength very well?"