Bang!
A heavy punch hit Naho·Dimittis in the face.
He leaned back, hit the pillar behind him and bounced back, lying softly on the ground, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth onto the dirty stone floor.
"Say!"
Obaya Sand's face came close to him, her eyes burning with endless anger. She grabbed his hair with one hand and lifted Naho's head.
"Say it, you damn bastard!"
Her fists were still clenched, her knuckles were stained with Naho's blood, and she looked extremely ferocious.
Naho opened his mouth to say something, but his mouth was full of blood and his throat was blocked, and he could only make a "whoosh" sound.
"Why don't you tell me?"
Bang!
Another punch.
Seeing that the other party still refused to let go, Obaya let go of his hair and let Naho fall to the ground. Then she stood up and shook off the blood on her hands, frowning.
"This guy has a pretty tough mouth!"
"I beat you for a long time and didn't say a word!"
Next to her, Tyene stood with her hands on her hips, breathing heavily and scolding angrily.
Before Obaya arrived, she had been in charge of interrogating Naho, and now her hands are a little sore.
Several Sand Snakes looked fierce, but Namei Lia was leaning against the wall, her posture still elegant and gentle.
She looked down at her slender fingers and gently blew on the non-existent dust on her nails.
"Sister, do you want me to try?"
Hearing this, Obaya looked back at her.
Many people in Dorne know that among the Sand Snakes, Name Lia is the gentlest one, but she is also the most dangerous one.
"Okay."
Seeing that Naho was really tough, Obaya had no choice but to nod. "You come."
After receiving the affirmation, Namei Lia smiled slightly. The smile was gentle and moving, like the first Rose flower blooming in spring.
She took off a small leather bag from her waist, opened it, and took out something from it.
A small dagger with a long and slender blade that glowed with a faint blue light. It looked like it was quenched with poison.
He walked to Naho with elegant steps, squatted down, and slowly spoke in that gentle voice, "Did you know that this poison is extracted from the sand scorpions of Dorne?"
"It only takes a little bit to make people miserable."
As she spoke, she waved the dagger in front of Naho's eyes. "It will first make your skin itchy, and then it will make your skin itch like countless ants crawling inside, and then your muscles will hurt as if they are being torn apart, and your bones will feel as if they have been burned by the fire of the seven levels of hell."
"Finally...
"You're going to beg me to kill you!"
The gentle voice reached his ears, and Naho lay on the ground trembling all over, as if he heard the devil's whisper.
He raised his head, and the dagger with blue light was right in front of him. Behind the dagger was the woman's gentle smile, but her eyes... seemed to be looking at a dead person.
Naho's psychological defense completely collapsed.
"I... I...
, he opened his mouth to say something, but his mouth was already full of blood, and he could only make a muffled sound.
Seeing this, Namei Lia thought that he still planned to resist, so she raised her head and prepared to execute him.
At this moment, Naho desperately swallowed the blood foam into his stomach and shouted with all his strength, "I... you... what the hell do you want to know... fuck..."
"You should ask!"
With a roar, several sand snakes were stunned.
Namei Lia's hand holding the dagger also paused.
The four people looked at each other.
"You didn't ask?" Name Lia looked at Tyene.
"I... I thought you asked!" Triene looked innocent. "I've been beating him, how could I ask?"
"Then why didn't you ask when you weren't fighting?"
"Isn't the elder sister doing it when I'm not doing it?"
"Then you can ask while fighting!"
"Then why don't you ask me while you're beating me?"
Seeing Trieni's stubborn words, Name Lia had no choice but to turn around and look at her eldest sister, only to see Obaya purse her lips and say, "Don't look at me, I just came back after disposing of the body. I just arrived."
As soon as these words came out, the four women continued to glare at each other.
The room was quiet for a few seconds.
Only Naho was lying on the ground, breathing heavily, with blood bubbles still coming out of his mouth.
There was only one thought in his mind at the moment... What the hell did I encounter?
Naho feels so miserable!
I originally planned to make a big profit and run away this time, but I was sitting in a carriage humming a song when I was knocked unconscious in the blink of an eye.
When he woke up again, he was already tied up in this dilapidated warehouse, with four bronze-skinned women standing in front of him.
What followed was a beating that lasted for half an hour!
He was beaten for half an hour!
No one asked him any questions, no one told him why he was beaten!
These women just kept beating themselves, and when they got tired, someone else would continue beating them!
Naho has lived for more than forty years, and he thinks that he has never seen anything unreasonable, ruthless, or crazy.
But I've never seen anything like this.
Who the hell are these people?
"So...
Obaya cleared her throat, trying not to look so embarrassed.
"You mean, you don't know what we're going to ask?"
Naho lay on the ground and looked at her with a look like "You're fucking kidding me."
"I... how do I know...
He was so worried that he couldn't speak clearly, his mouth was full of blood, his tongue was swollen, and he looked very miserable.
"You... you hit me when you came up... you didn't even give me a chance to speak... ugh~"
The more I talked about it, the sadder it became, Naho's eyes were filled with tears, and he actually burst into tears.
Seeing this, Obaya looked around and saw that several sisters were looking around and pretending that it was none of their business. She felt a little embarrassed.
"Ahem... Okay, okay!"
But business was important, so she coughed twice and walked over to Naho, squatted down, grabbed his hair and lifted his head up.
"Listen, I'm going to ask you a question now.
"If you answer honestly, it will be fine, otherwise..." She pointed at the dagger with blue light in Namei Lia's hand.
"You know the consequences."
Hearing this, Naho nodded desperately.
"You want money, right? I have money! I have lots and lots of money and I can tell you where to put it!"
Naho was lying on the ground, his face covered in blood, but his eyes were filled with hope.
Although he loves money as much as his life, as long as he can get out of this hellish place and stop these four crazy women from beating him, even if he spends all his savings, it won't be a problem!
Uh... or a third?
But in his expectant gaze, Obaya shook her head. "It's not money."
"Then... then what do you want?" A trace of fear flashed in Naho's eyes.
If you don't want money, do you want to save your life?
But before he could think too much, Obaya took a step forward and looked at him condescendingly.
"Tell me." Her voice was low and dangerous. "... Where is my father?"
Naho was stunned.
What?
"You... your father?"
"Yes."
"Who is your father?"
Obaya frowned. "You don't know who my father is?"
"How the hell do I know!"
Bang!
Triene punched him in the face. "How dare you talk back!"
Naho covered his face and rolled on the ground, and began to scream again.
"I... I really don't know... you... you should just say...
"Be tough!"
Bang! Bang!
Two more punches.
"Say! Where is my father!"
"I don't know! I really don't know!"
"Say it or not!"
"I don't know!"
"Hit!"
"Stop fighting! Please stop fighting!!!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Fists fell like raindrops.
Naho curled up into a ball, held his head in his hands, and howled like a killing pig.
"I really don't know! Please... tell me who your father is!!"
Naho was lying on the ground, trembling and breathing heavily, with tears and blood flowing all over his face, looking like he was about to die.
"Wait!"
The eldest sister, Obaya, had to be steady enough. Seeing that Naho didn't seem to be pretending, she quickly stopped the younger sisters who were beating them hard.
But this time she didn't waste any more time, she just grabbed Naho by the collar and lifted him up from the ground.
"Listen up." Obaya stared into his eyes and said word by word, "Our father is Prince Oberyn Martell."
As she spoke, she leaned forward, her nose almost touching Naho's nose. "Tell me, where is he?"
Naho was lifted up in the air, trembling all over, but fortunately this time he heard the question clearly.
His eyes suddenly lit up.
"I know! I know!"
Naho waved his arms desperately, and was so excited that he almost broke away from Obaya's hand.
"When Prince Oberyn Martell was assassinated, I was visiting prostitutes on Silk Street. I saw it with my own eyes!"
As soon as these words came out, Triene's eyes suddenly widened. "Did you see it?"
"Yes! That night I suddenly heard a commotion outside. When I looked outside, I saw a man jumping out of the brothel!"
"Then the man entered an alley, and then the golden robes came, and the man holding Black Hand Banner also came. That afternoon, the news was spread everywhere in King's Landing, saying that the Prince of Dorne was assassinated and was later taken away by the House of Order people!"
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of several sand snakes lit up.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, how could I not know about this that has spread throughout King's Landing!"
Hearing this, Triene jumped up with excitement.
"Did you hear that, eldest sister?"
"It's him! It's that Corleone! He hid his father!"
Obaya nodded with satisfaction and put Naho down, but still held his collar.
"Very good."
"Then tell me, where is our father in House of Order?"
Naho was stunned.
"What location?"
"It means which room, which floor, and which room they are locked in."
Naho's mouth opened.
Then, his expression became strange.
"This...
"Say it!" Tyene raised her fist again.
"I... I don't know!"
Another half hour.
"No, this guy is too strict with his mouth. He is just playing tricks on us all the time."
Obaya let go of Naho's collar and let his head hit the stone floor heavily.
After fighting for so long, this guy didn't spit out any useful information except the first few words "I don't know."
No, to be precise, he never said a complete sentence at all.
Every time I wanted to ask, either Tyene's fist would arrive first, or this guy would be there crying and howling.
After struggling for so long, they gained nothing except beating this guy beyond recognition.
"Sister, let me fight for a while!"
Triene rolled up her sleeves and was eager to try. "I don't believe I can't pry his mouth open!"
"That's enough."
Obaya raised her hand and stopped her.
She looked down at Naho, who was lying on the ground twitching. His eyes, which were swollen and swollen from the beating, were looking at her pitifully, and blood bubbles were still coming out of his mouth.
"This guy... is a tough guy."
There was a hint of helplessness in Obaya's voice, as well as a hint of admiration.
After fighting for so long, he didn't say a word. He didn't look like an ordinary person who was greedy for life and afraid of death.
"He must be Corleone's confidant."
She came to a conclusion.
"Only a person like Corleone can raise such a tough-talking subordinate."
Hearing this, several younger sisters nodded, feeling that what the eldest sister said made sense.
"What should we do?"
Triene was anxious. "We can't find out the whereabouts of our father, so we can't just let it go, right?"
Obaya was silent for a moment.
Then, she raised her head, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes.
"Force it."
"What?" Tyene's eyes widened.
"House of Order." Obaya said word by word, "Since you can't ask, then just go in."
"The four of us go together, I don't believe that Corleone can stop him!"
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of several sand snakes lit up.
"Yes! Fight in!"
"Rescue father!"
"Let that Corleone know how powerful the Sand Snakes are!"
Only the youngest Sarella raised his hand timidly. "But... that Corleone seems to be very powerful. I heard that he even defeated the Magic Mountain...
"What are you afraid of!"
Tyene slapped her on the back of the head. "We are the Sand Snakes, the most powerful women in Dorne!"
"Don't you want to find your father and avenge your mother?"
Sarella thought about it and felt that what the third sister said seemed to make sense.
"That's it!" Obaya turned around, looked at her sister, and ordered, "Nami Lia, you deal with him."
"Keep it clean and don't leave any traces."
After saying that, she stopped looking at Naho, turned around and walked towards the warehouse door.
Hearing this, Namei Lia still smiled slightly, took out the dagger with a faint blue light, and walked towards Naho step by step with elegant steps.
The moonlight shone in through the broken windows of the warehouse, casting a long shadow behind her.
The shadow is gentle and graceful, like a dancing butterfly, but the butterfly's wings are full of poison.
Naho was lying on the ground shaking.
"Wait... wait a minute!!"
Although he was almost speechless, he still screamed with all his strength in order to survive.
"I... I am from the Iron Bank of Braavos, and I am here to collect debts! I have nothing to do with that guy named Corleone!!"
He explained frantically, fearing that the dagger would pierce his body if he was slow to speak for a second.
"I don't know where Prince Oberyn is! I really don't know!"
"I just happened to be visiting a prostitute on Silk Street that day. I saw him jump off the building with my own eyes. That's all I know!"
"I swear! I swear to all the gods in Braavos! What I say is true! You have to believe me!!"
After finishing everything in one breath, Naho lay on the ground gasping for air, tears and blood mixed with blood flowing all over his face, looking at Namei Lia pitifully.
Those swollen eyes were full of pleading.
Namei Lia paused for a moment.
She tilted her head and looked at Naho.
A thoughtful expression appeared on that gentle face.
"You... are you telling the truth?"
"Really really really!!!"
Naho nodded desperately and banged his head on the ground. "If I lie to you, let Sealord of Braavos drown me in Canals! Let Twenty-three Keyholders of the Iron Bank chop me into meat paste! Let me...
,"Shut up."
Namei Lia gently spit out two words.
Naho immediately shut her mouth, not daring to breathe. Namei Lia turned around and looked at her sister.
"Sister, he said...
"Do you believe him?"
Obaya stood at the door without looking back, her tone cold.
"I haven't said a word for a long time, and now I'm about to die and suddenly start talking?"
Namei Lia was silent.
She turned back to look at Naho, a trace of doubt gradually appearing in her gentle eyes.
"I... I really didn't lie to you...
Naho's voice became smaller and smaller, because he himself felt that this explanation seemed... not very credible.
After all, he didn't say a word in the beginning.
But that's not because he didn't say it!
You didn't ask at all!!
Naho The injustice in my heart is simply deeper than the water of the Blackwater River.
He wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start.
Looking at Naho's miserable appearance, Namei Lia always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
"Stop wasting your efforts."
Finally, she made up her mind.
"You still want to delay and wait for Corleone people to rescue you, right?"
"I won't give you this chance."
As he spoke, he raised the dagger, the blade shining with a faint blue light under the moonlight, and aimed it at Naho's throat.
Naho looked at the dagger and had only one thought in his mind...
Fuck you.
These crazy bitches!.
I, Naho·Dimittis, have been smart all my life, but in the end I died at the hands of a bunch of mentally retarded women!
What the fuck...
This is a fucking insult to intelligence!
The moment he closed his eyes and prepared to face death...
Bang!!!
There was a loud noise.
The old wooden door of the warehouse was kicked open violently, and the door panel was smashed into pieces on the wall.
Moonlight poured in from the door, casting a few long shadows on the dirty ground.
Everyone turned their heads at the same time.
At the door, a man stood there quietly.
The moonlight shines in from behind him, outlining his tall and tall silhouette.
He was wearing the iconic pure black robe, the corners of the robe gently swinging in the night wind, and the Black Hand sigil embroidered on it was faintly visible in the moonlight.
Vito·Corleone!
As a large group of people poured into the warehouse, the pupils of the Sand Snakes shrank at the same time.
As for Naho, who was lying on the ground, the moment he saw that figure, the light in his eyes was brighter than the stars in the sky.
"Corleone-sama!!!"
He roared with all his strength, his voice filled with endless grievance and excitement.
"Save me! Save me! These crazy women...
But he didn't finish his words.
Phew!
Naho's voice stopped suddenly.
He lowered his head and looked at his throat in disbelief.
There, a dagger shining with blue light was completely buried, leaving only the handle exposed.
Blood was pouring out from the edge of the wound, staining the expensive Braavos silk on his chest red.
He raised his head and looked at the woman holding the dagger in front of him.
Namei Lia Shad's gentle face now had a hint of a sneer and a hint of "Sure enough," there was a hint of clarity.
"You are indeed Corleone's person."
"Don't try to lie to us, Dorne Sand Snakes cannot be deceived!"
Hearing this, Naho's eyes widened.
He wanted to say:
I didn't lie to you.
I'm really not his person.
I'm really just here to collect a debt...
You ask...
You fucking asked!!!
But he couldn't speak.
Because his throat had been cut open, life and blood were flowing crazily from the wound.
He used up his last bit of strength, raised his finger and pointed at Corleone, pausing in the air for a second.
Then, it hung down helplessly.
Bang.
Naho·Dimittis, senior officer of the Iron Bank, who has loved money as much as his life, is currently lying in this dirty and broken warehouse.
Staring with eyes wide open.