Wukong looked calmly at the two of them.
Whether Chu Xingchen had told the truth remained uncertain, but the information he had provided about Winter Melon was correct. Once the two were pushed into fighting, they did indeed give off a clearly identifiable aura of the Devil Race.
Since they were demons, the range of methods available to him naturally widened.
Besides, these two had no sense of cooperation and had been on guard against him from beginning to end. They were no fools, and extracting any real information from them was rather difficult.
Wukong had no interest in, nor was he naive enough to believe in, earning a demon's trust through his actions. Nor did he think demons understood truth, kindness, and beauty.
Since kindness was useless, all that remained was cruelty.
Even Arhats knew wrath. The Buddhist Sect had not chanted its way into the ranks of the Eighteen Immortal Sects.
Beating them was both an approach and a means; coercion was a strategy too.
The progress, however, was truly touching. These two demons really seemed unable to contact their superiors.
Even after such beatings, they still had not called for reinforcements. Finding a side lead to investigate was no easy matter.
Watching the faint resentment in Winter Melon's eyes, Wukong silently considered whether he had still been too gentle, since these two demons could still endure it.
Should I turn up the intensity again?
Unfortunately, he had promised Chu Xingchen not to kill these two demons for now. Otherwise, he would have had other methods available.
Wukong waited as the two made a show of discussing matters. After giving them a little longer, he thought up an excuse to find fault and asked:
"Have you finished discussing?"
Winter Melon shot him a sidelong glance and said sarcastically: