Chapter 2316 — Who Exactly Are You? (Part 2)

Too many people had died by his fist for Big Feng to have ever learned the identity and purpose of every last one of them.

"Bang—"

A tremendous crash, followed by a drawn-out scream of "Aah—"

The one screaming was naturally not Wei Zhao but Big Feng. By now his fist had been about to smash into Wei Zhao's chest, yet a sudden, searing pain had erupted in his lower abdomen, and an instant later his body went flying backward for no apparent reason—as though the scene of him leaping out of the office chair were being replayed on fast rewind, and he was seated in that chair once more!

Except that he crashed down into it, with enormous force and a "thump," and the violent recoil burst the chair's gas-lift cylinder, which blew out and skewered Big Feng right where he sat.

"Awoo—" Big Feng shrieked again and dropped to his knees on the floor, tears springing to his eyes.

"..." Wei Zhao was rather speechless, thinking to himself that Big Feng truly was unlucky. All he had meant to do was kick the man back and make him cooperate quietly—who would have guessed the office chair's cylinder would explode and impale him there!

"You... what kind of expert are you?" Big Feng asked, staring at Wei Zhao in terror, one hand clutching his abdomen and the other his backside. Dense as he was, he now understood that Wei Zhao was stronger than he was—otherwise no single kick could have sent him flying. He simply did not know by how much.

Wei Zhao did not answer the question. Instead he asked, "Where is the Red Conch's headquarters?"

"Just kill me. Don't waste your time thinking you'll get anything out of me." Big Feng knew he could not begin to shake Wei Zhao's strength, so he simply stopped resisting. A single rank of difference was still a difference—especially with him wounded as he was. He was no match for Wei Zhao now.

And to betray the Red Conch—that would become a nightmare beyond all imagining! The mere thought of it made Big Feng shudder; it would be a life worse than death.

"Is that so?" Wei Zhao's gaze turned faintly cold. "I have not the slightest fondness for your Red Conch, so don't blame me for being cruel. This particular method is exceedingly cruel; I rarely use it. But for you people, I'll make an exception."

Wei Zhao's words sent a chill crawling down Big Feng's spine. He knew Wei Zhao would probably torture him to extract the information he wanted, but when he thought of the consequences of betraying the Red Conch, Big Feng still gritted his teeth and sneered, "Kill me or carve me up, do as you please. If you want to get anything out of me, don't bother trying."

"Oh. I hope you can still talk that tough in a moment—and that you won't regret it!" Wei Zhao said no more. His right hand moved slightly, and several silver needles slid into his palm; then he flicked his hand casually, and every one of the needles buried itself in Big Feng's body!

Big Feng was a Xuan-rank expert with true qi to shield his body, but he was injured now, and he had already resigned himself to death. He did not bother using his true qi as a shield—in his view, Wei Zhao outranked him, so even if he did shield himself, Wei Zhao could easily break through it.

Besides, rather than spending true qi on defense, why not leave himself undefended and let Wei Zhao finish him off! But how could he have guessed that Wei Zhao had no intention of killing him at all? Had he shielded himself with true qi, driving those silver needles into his body would have been a difficult thing; but since he did not, he had only made things easier for Wei Zhao.

He did not know what Wei Zhao meant to do, but surely it was nothing more than torture him, wasn't it? Big Feng clamped his mouth shut and said not a word, resolved to let the man do as he pleased.

But the very next moment, he sensed something was badly wrong—because what followed was an agony beyond anything he could bear!

"Awoo—" A shrill, wretched scream burst from between Big Feng's clenched teeth. Then he was rolling on the floor, feeling as though countless ants were biting at his skin, gnawing without pause—yet his hands would not move, could not scratch the itch. He could only keep rolling back and forth on the ground to ease the torment!

The office's desks and chairs, the vases, the magazine racks—everything was bowled over by Big Feng's thrashing body. This sensation was agony beyond endurance!

What was happening? Had Wei Zhao poisoned him? Was there poison on those silver needles?

At that thought, Big Feng tried to roll the needles out of his body—and indeed he succeeded; the needles did roll off—but the pain wracking his body did not lessen in the slightest!

Only then did Big Feng finally understand what "won't regret it" meant. At this moment he truly wished he were dead! He rolled back and forth across the floor, but it did little good. He wailed, he howled in agony...

"You're too noisy!" Wei Zhao frowned. With a casual flick of his hand, another silver needle flew out and pierced Big Feng's mute acupoint, so that he could make no sound at all. Even in his agony, all he could produce was a hoarse "heh... heh..."

Acupoint sealing was a technique Wei Zhao's master had once taught him; it could be done with silver needles or with the fingers. But this move could inflict tremendous suffering on an enemy, so Wei Zhao seldom used it—only on those he utterly loathed would he let them taste it.

At this moment Big Feng's heart was filled with terror. The physical pain need not be mentioned; the torment in his mind was what truly horrifies him now. Not only was he in unspeakable agony, he could not make a single sound!

Just who in the world was this man before him, to possess such methods?

He had said he was an enemy of the Red Conch—but the Red Conch had no enemies at all! On the surface, the Red Conch and the Fire Wolf Gang fought like fire and water, but that was all a show. A minor boss like Big Feng knew the truth: the Red Conch and the Fire Wolf Gang were in fact one and the same lineage, powers built by a single boss behind the scenes...

Could he be from the Mysterious Investigation Bureau? When it came to enemies of the Red Conch, the only one Big Feng could think of was the Mysterious Investigation Bureau.

But since when had the Mysterious Investigation Bureau produced such a ruthless man? Could his own gang's intelligence network really be so weak?

No matter—at least for now, Big Feng truly was suffering a fate worse than death! He wanted Wei Zhao to kill him, to finish him; he even wanted to end his own life, but his hands would not move and he could not open his mouth to speak. He could not even die—death was denied him!

Wei Zhao had said he hoped Big Feng would not regret it. But in this moment, he truly did regret it. It hurt so much—he wanted so badly to die!

Yet Wei Zhao seemed to have seen straight through his thoughts. He struck again, a silver needle shooting from his hand to release Big Feng's mute acupoint, and this time the man could make sound once more—and went right on screaming. (To be continued.) RQ

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