inherit quadrillion

Chapter 443

Yan Wenxiang's expression suddenly became solemn, and there was a bit of panic in the solemn expression.

He opened his mouth and was about to call for help.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, before he could utter a sound, Qin Xiaochuan went up to Yan Wenxiang's throat with a silver needle with lightning speed.

He was not hurting Yan Wenxiang.

Instead, they blocked Yan Wenxiang's voice so that he could not shout out.

Following Qin Xiaochuan's silver needle piercing down, Yan Wenxiang indeed lost his voice in an instant.

His mouth was wide open, wanting to shout out for help, but no matter how he opened his mouth to shout at this moment, he couldn't utter a word, and couldn't make a sound.

After Yan Wenxiang realized that he couldn't speak a word, his face was filled with panic.

"Don't be nervous, you just lost your voice temporarily, you won't really become mute."

Seeing the panic on Yan Wenxiang's face, Zhang Feng said with a smile.

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Qin Xiaochuan, and said, "Xiaochuan, can you let him speak, but not loudly? This will make it easier for us to interrogate, and he can't recruit people from outside."

"No problem, simple."

After Qin Xiaochuan heard Zhang Feng's words, he made a gesture of ok, and immediately pierced with a silver needle.

Then, the first silver needle that was inserted was twisted lightly to change the depth of the silver needle.

Qin Xiaochuan's operation took only a few seconds.

But when he finished, Yan Wenxiang was able to make a sound. Although the sound was very small, it could still be heard clearly as long as he listened carefully.

"Ah, what are you going to do, what are you going to do to me."

Yan Wenxiang's voice was very low, but he couldn't hide the panic in his words.

Everyone has fear, and Yan Wenxiang is an ordinary person, so naturally there is no exception.

Now that he was controlled by someone, he couldn't speak louder, and he couldn't shout for help at all, which made the fear in his heart so intense that it couldn't be described in words.

"Mr. Yan, now you still have a chance to tell the truth."

"As long as you tell me who is manipulating all this behind the scenes, who made you unite and refused to cooperate with me, then I will let you go."

Facing the terrified Yan Wenxiang, Zhang Feng said in a calm and unhurried manner.

Although the sound was not loud, when it fell into Yan Wenxiang's ears, it gave Yan Wenxiang a feeling of thunder.

He looked at Zhang Feng in horror, and tremblingly said: "You, you... what are you talking about, I can't understand at all, I don't know what you are talking about."

Because the acupoints in his throat were blocked, he couldn't speak loudly, and his voice could only be light.

And this ethereal voice, coupled with the panic contained in his voice, it really makes people want to not be able to hear his fear.

"It looks like you're going to pretend to be stupid."

"In this case, then I don't need to be polite with you."

"Xiao Chuan, just show him how powerful he is. I really want to see whether it's his stubbornness or your acupuncture that can win, and let him tell the truth obediently."

Zhang Feng's mouth twitched, revealing a sneer.

His smile was very cold, Yan Wenxiang was originally full of fear, but now seeing the sneer on Zhang Feng's face, he even shivered uncontrollably, as if being blown through by a cold wind.

Qin Xiaochuan didn't talk nonsense either.

He quickly spread out the bag of silver needles. In Yan Wenxiang's eyes, the silver needles seemed to be glowing with piercing coldness. Controlled madness flows.

"What do you want to do, what do you want to do, no...don't."

Yan Wenxiang yelled in horror.

Zhang Feng completely ignored him, and sat leisurely by the side, like a bystander.

Qin Xiaochuan directly pushed down Yan Wenxiang, and pierced Yan Wenxiang's acupuncture points one by one with silver needles.

Yan Wenxiang wants to resist.

But Qin Xiaochuan's silver needle, just a few stabs, made his body lose control, and he was unable to resist even if he wanted to.

The current Yan Wenxiang is really miserable.

His body was like a piece of wood, unable to move, and his throat could not make a louder sound. At this moment, he was like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

"Mr. Yan, do you know what we are doing to you?"

"I don't think you know it, so... let me explain it to you now."

"Now Xiao Chuan is stimulating your acupuncture points, and later you will feel pain from all the bones in your body, and as time goes by, the pain will become stronger and stronger, making your life worse than death."

Qin Xiaochuan immersed himself in the needle injection, while Zhang Feng sat there leisurely with his legs crossed, and said in a leisurely tone.

It was as if he was talking about something irrelevant.

But these few words of his fell into Yan Wenxiang's ears, but it made Yan Wenxiang feel cold in his heart.

Zhang Feng continued: "Of course, you don't have to expect that you will pass out under severe pain, because we will not let you pass out, we will let you slowly experience this severe pain .”

"No, don't, don't...I don't want to."

Yan Wenxiang shook his head again and again, speaking in horror.

However, when he spoke in horror, he already felt pain in his body.

Although this feeling is not very strong, but Zhang Feng has already said that this kind of pain will become stronger and stronger with the passage of time, so his heart suddenly became terrified, and his face turned completely pale. A little bit of blood.

He wanted to howl, in order to vent the fear in his heart.

He also wants to let people outside know that he is in danger by yelling.

But the fact is that Qin Xiaochuan had already sealed his throat, and his yell...was not much louder than that of a mosquito, and it was impossible to have the effect of calling for help.

Soon, Qin Xiaochuan punctured all the acupuncture points that should be inserted into the silver needle.

At this moment, the pain in Yan Wenxiang's body has also become stronger, making him feel that every inch of flesh and blood in his body is exuding pain.

Beads of sweat continued to flow down his forehead.

"Mr. Yan, are you still going to say who is planning all this behind the scenes?"

"You should think about it. If you don't say anything, you will suffer more and more."

Seeing Yan Wenxiang, who was already sweating profusely from the pain, and his face turned grim, Zhang Feng kindly offered to persuade him.

But Yan Wenxiang still clenched his teeth, his mouth was hard!
"I don't know what you're talking about. No one is manipulating all this behind the scenes. It's just that you have too many thoughts."

Yan Wenxiang endured the physical pain, gritted his teeth and said, "It's really your overthinking, no one is manipulating it behind your back."

No one is behind the scenes?

Zhang Feng sneered.

He didn't believe this at all. If he believed such nonsense, then he really had a problem with his IQ.

"Okay, since Mr. Yan, you don't plan to let it go, then you can slowly suffer the pain here, let it hurt you to death, and we won't waste time here with you."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Feng stood up directly: "Xiao Chuan, Mr. Liu... let's go."

(End of this chapter)