Interrogation and the Demonic Beasts' Lair

Pang Xing hopped over to the bandit who could no longer fight and demanded, "Talk! Where did you come from? Are you part of an organization? What do those people up ahead have to do with you?"

The bandit leader turned his head away and ignored him. Furious, Pang Xing kicked him several times, but it did no good. The others covered their mouths and snickered. This was his interrogation technique? This guy was something else. At this rate, he would not get anything useful out of the man by tomorrow. Pang Xing began to lose face.

"Bastard! You think I can't do anything to you just because you won't talk?" Pang Xing pulled a bottle from his pocket, forced the bandit leader's mouth open, and poured its contents down his throat.

He tossed the empty bottle aside and laughed. "Ha! This is a secret formula exclusive to the Pang Family. Once someone below the Spirit Practitioner Realm drinks it, they'll answer whatever you ask." Pang Xing was delighted. Luckily, he had brought a bottle with him.

"Tch..." Pang Xing's excitement earned him everyone's scorn. He called that an interrogation technique? What nonsense. He was plainly relying on his Lineage's medicine. Still, Pang Xing did not have the repellent air of those wastrels from great families. On the contrary, Huo Hai thought he was a good person, the sort of man worth befriending.

Pang Xing looked innocent. "Well, do you want to come with me? Whatever we ask him, he'll answer. In half an hour, the chance will be gone. Once the medicine wears off, he'll become an idiot."

Huo Hai waved a hand. "You ask him. I'll take a look around." Huo Hai had no interest in an interrogation that required no skill. He might as well have Little