My villain wants to save himself, but the yandere heroine disagrees

"So, do you want to reveal your identity? Mr. Killer?"

"You! You don't have to die!" the masked man said, resisting the pain and scolding the doctor. "You devil!"

"Pfft." The doctor couldn't help laughing when he heard this. "I'm doing life-saving things, so how can I become a devil?"

"On the other hand, it's you who takes advantage of other people's parents. This kind of thing is what the devil does, right?"

With that said, when the masked man didn't reply, the doctor pressed his head again, and then gently scraped his face with a scalpel.

The sharp scalpel slowly penetrated inch by inch, and soon, a piece of flesh on the masked man's right cheek was completely cut off.

During this process, severe pain was transmitted along the nerves to the brain, and the masked man suddenly felt like he was going to faint.

At this moment, the doctor noticed from the corner of his eye that the masked man's body twitched, and then struggled violently.

"Oh? The effect of the medicine wears off so quickly." The doctor looked surprised, then smiled.

"Then it seems we don't have to start from scratch."

The masked man, who had regained all his consciousness, felt happy at first, and wanted to control his body to struggle, but his body suffered from uncontrollable pain.

The rope used to tie his body seemed to have been specially strengthened, and he could not break free of the strong rope despite his own resistance.

Then, he felt a sharp pain in the fingers of his right hand.

His thumb was turned upside down, and it seemed that he couldn't use it normally.

"Tell me, where are you from and who sent you here?" The doctor's voice was still calm and deep, sounding very kind. If he didn't know what he was doing now, he might have thought he was performing an operation.

"Ah, no need." After saying this, the doctor suddenly changed his tune. "I suddenly feel that instead of letting you play the interrogation game with me here, it's better to skip the interrogation directly. You won't be able to ask anything anyway, right?"

Saying this, the doctor broke off the masked man's index finger.

Every time it was broken, there was a crisp sound of broken bones, followed by the screams of the masked man.

Every fracture of a finger is accompanied by a burst of heartbreaking pain. The key is that the doctor breaks it in such a rhythm that the masked man can even guess when his next finger will be broken.

This sense of despair and powerlessness gradually made the masked man's defenses collapse.

"That's right, scream louder! Scream louder!" The doctor said, laughing maniacally.

Just when the doctor broke off his little finger, the masked man suddenly begged for mercy.

"Please, spare me! Please!" He said in a low voice, no longer caring about any dignity.

"Oh? Are you willing to say it?"

"If, if I tell you everything, you...can you cure me..." the masked man said and asked.

"Are you bargaining with me?" The doctor looked at the masked man and suddenly laughed. Then, with a crisp snapping sound, the last finger of the masked man was declared useless.

"Next is the toes..." the doctor said, gently scratching the masked man's skin with the scalpel.

"You devil!" the masked man yelled again.

Then, with a crisp sound, the bones of the toes and thumbs also broke.

It is said that ten fingers connect one's heart, but this time the masked man couldn't bear it anymore, and he loudly begged for mercy.

"Please, let me go, let me go, I will say anything, I will say anything!"

"Oh?" After hearing what the masked man said, the doctor lost interest. He threw the scalpel aside and stood in front of the masked man. "You don't want anything from me this time?"

"No...I won't ask for it anymore, as long as you don't continue to torture me..."

"Okay." The doctor nodded after hearing this. "Then tell me, who is your upline, and who sent you the commission?"

"I... I am from the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group, and I am stationed in the direct-administered territory... Usually, I am responsible for taking orders for the nobles to eliminate enemies to support my family."

"My boss is Mudrick, the leader of the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group, and I am the deputy leader of the mercenary group. Then, our client..."

"You know, what these nobles care about most is reputation, so they usually find middlemen. Our client is an agent..."

"Then you can tell me who the agent is?"

"He...I dare not say...what he said, if they find out, the brothers of the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group will be expelled."

"Oh?" The doctor laughed when he heard this. "Do you think the safety of your brothers is more important than your own life?"

"No, no..."

"Then tell me."

"..." The masked man hesitated for a long time, and then, as if he had made a huge determination, he nodded and gave the doctor a code name.

"I don't know his real name, but his codename is Killing Angel."

"Killing Angel?" Hearing this code name, the doctor smiled. "What an interesting code name."

"Okay, I understand." The doctor nodded after hearing this.

"Then can you let me go?" the masked man said, looking at the doctor with a hint of hope in his eyes.

"Of course, but before that, I want to ask you a few questions, and you have to answer them truthfully."

"Okay." The masked man was about to nod, but as soon as his face moved, it involved the flesh that had just been chopped off, and a burst of pain came from him, making him unable to help but let out a hiss of pain.

"Have you ever killed anyone? How many people have you killed? Do you think those people should be killed?"

Upon hearing these three questions, the masked man was stunned.

His brain was thinking about how to answer, but when the doctor saw the look in his eyes, he just shook his head helplessly, then walked up to him, and quickly broke his neck while he was still thinking about answering.

He had seen this look many times, in the eyes of those who killed innocent people indiscriminately.

The reason why they looked like this was because they were thinking in their hearts about how to cover up their crimes.

Therefore, he never gives these people a chance.

Looking deep into the basement, the doctor shook his head, thinking that he seemed to have one more anatomy material today.

…

On the other side, Virgil immediately found Orson after returning to school.

Orson knew what was happening when he saw the gauze wrapped around Virgil's shoulder.

Orson mentioned to Li Te before that in this world, although there are healing potions made by alchemy that can quickly restore injuries, they are replaced by an increase in drug resistance.

Therefore, most people would not easily take healing potions unless they are in an emergency.

Otherwise, if you are really in a critical moment, but because you have used healing potion for a minor injury in the past, you have become resistant to the potion, causing the wound that could have been healed to be unable to recover, then the gain will outweigh the loss.

Therefore, after being injured, many people will choose to simply deal with it, or go to church or a medical center, if they are not going to face a battle immediately.

Of course, Virgil was in a hurry to come back and didn't have time to get treatment yet.

"Master Orson, your guess

Sure enough, someone was indeed planning something against Master Leeteuk's parents. "

"What about those people? How many have been caught?"

"I'm sorry, I'm incompetent and couldn't catch anyone alive. However, on the bodies of the attackers, I found that they all had a wolf head tattooed on their left arm."

"Oh." Orson nodded.

"By the way, in addition to this, we also let go of one person. According to the strength, that person should be almost the same as me." With that said, Virgil pointed to his shoulder. "The wound on my shoulder was caused by him, but according to your wishes, young master, we did not pursue him and let him run away."

"Okay, I get it."

"Master Orson, I wonder if I can ask why you specifically asked me to let someone go?"

"Well, because there are others waiting for him." Orson said, looking at Virgil with a smile. "If I'm not wrong, when you were about to arrest them alive, they should all have committed suicide, right?"

"Yes." Virgil nodded.

"If you don't let him go, he will also commit suicide." Orson said.

Then, he took out a bottle of healing potion.

"Here's this potion for you. Just drink it and don't let Li Te know the clues."

"But, healing potions are generally not resistant... I'd better go to the church." Saying this, Virgil hesitated.

"That's a general healing potion. This potion I have has no resistance." Orson said.

"Okay." Virgil heard this and took the potion.

"By the way, Master Orson, did you arrange for someone else to deal with the man who let him go?" Virgil asked curiously.

Then, he suddenly realized something and hurriedly lowered his head and bowed to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Master Orson. I overstepped my bounds. I shouldn't have asked these questions."

After all, as a trusted subordinate trained by Orson, what he should do is obey, not question.

"It's okay. If you want to know, I can tell you." Upon hearing this, Orson waved his hand indifferently.

Orson has always been honest with those he trusts.

"I know a person who is quite good at interrogation. He usually seems to be a doctor. Anyway, I always call him doctor."

Orson briefly told Virgil how he met the doctor.

Although his name is Doctor, practicing medicine is only his personal interest.

His real strength lies in reconnaissance and disguise. To put it bluntly, he is a complete intelligence officer.

It was also because of this that Orson was relieved to let Virgil let the man go.

After all, it doesn't matter, the doctor will take action.

After listening to the doctor's introduction, Virgil nodded.

Orson's willingness to tell him his information proves that he is still ranked higher among Orson's subordinates.

Although as a subordinate, you will not speculate on your boss's thoughts without authorization, but it is still very satisfying to be trusted by your boss.

With this in mind, Virgil prepared to tell Orson about Li Te.

"Master Orson, when I went back, I accidentally learned some interesting things from Mr. and Mrs. Andre. Do you want to hear it?"

"Huh? Tell me." Orson said, looking at Virgil who was leaning against the wall with interest.

In the original book, there are not many details about Leeteuk's original life. It is said that he lived a good life in the country and his parents were very good to him.

Orson also wanted to hear what the Andres thought of Liteuk.

Then, Virgil organized his language and spoke slowly:

"Andre and his wife, they call Master Lite their daughter..."

Chapter 94: Self-reported identity (8K)

"Huh?" Orson looked at Virgil in surprise. "What did you say!?"

"Although it may be a little more impactful to say it, it is true." Later, Virgil disclosed the details of his conversation with Jenny that day to Orson.

"Originally, I thought the other party was really confused or remembered it wrongly, but later I found that the other party's demeanor and expression were not like that at all. After leaving, the other party asked me to keep it secret. I agreed at the time, but I didn't want to tell Orson. Master, your words are a little bad."

Orson's brain shut down almost instantly.

Is Leeteuk a girl?

Thinking back carefully, it seemed that this was indeed the case. His body was much smaller than that of boys of the same age. At first, he thought he was

Life in rural areas is not good and there is malnutrition.

Orson's mind gradually recalled Liteuk's recent appearance.

Then, there was a sharp pain in the brain.

He felt like he was hallucinating in front of him.

I had a dream that day, and the darkened girl Lite in the dream was standing in front of me, looking at me with a smile.

No, that was clearly not a smile, but the hunter’s triumphant ridicule after he spotted his prey!

Even his eyes were tinged with a bit of madness.

"Osen~" At this moment, Li Te's voice was no longer forcibly suppressed into the boy's voice before, but instead came out with the elegant and pleasant voice of a girl.