When Wang Laowu, Ten Thousand City's third agent, uttered the three words "Kong Lingqi," a surge of joy flashed through my heart.
Good news.
We had come for Kong Lingqi. As long as we killed him, everything else would be easy.
That way, it would not delay our next move against Red Protector, one of Carefree Tower's remnants.
"Tell me, where is Kong Lingqi!"
I immediately pressed him for answers. We had to get this information.
But he shook his head.
"I-I don't know. I don't know!"
"You don't know, or you won't talk?"
With that, I slammed him onto the ground and followed up with several kicks.
At the same time, Xia Feilong grabbed a stool and viciously beat the waiters carrying yin ghost aura, along with Ten Thousand City's two old men and two young men and women.
Each blow of the stool landed with a series of loud bangs.
Xia Feilong questioned them as he beat them.
"Tell us where you came from and who you are. Whoever the hell refuses to cooperate, I'll beat him to death!"
"Ah! Ah!"
"Stop hitting us! Stop!"
"It hurts, it hurts!"
"We-we're all Evil King's men!"
"Yes, Wang Laowu told us to do it!"
"We don't know anything!"
"..."
They all spoke over one another, constantly begging for mercy and crying out in pain.
As for Master, he never said a word. He simply sat on the stool and watched us.
Meanwhile, Wang Laowu, whom I had beaten until he was barely alive, saw that begging me was useless and turned to beg my master instead.
"Corpse Head Song, Corpse Head Song, save me! Save me! If you keep hitting me, my soul will scatter! Stop, stop! Ah..."
"Damn it, are you talking or not? Are you talking or not..."