"Baka! Let
go!"
The man snarled in East Asian.
"Heh, didn't expect a little devil. But sorry, you're on my turf now, so don't speak your dialect, talk in Huaxia language!" Lin Fan sneered.
The man turned red with anger, and reluctantly shouted in broken Huaxia, "Let
go?"
"Let you go? You think I'm stupid? Let you go so you can kill ? Sorry, I'm not that stupid!" Lin Fan chuckled, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it, taking a deep draw.
The smoke cloaked his face, but his eyes shone with a piercing light, undiminished by the haze.
Lin Fan said calmly, "Tell , who sent you?"
The man turned his head away, a 'kill
first' expression on his face.
"Heh, quite a backbone on you. I wonder if your bones are tougher than the wooden door beneath my feet." With a cold laugh, Lin Fan applied pressure with his feet onto the wooden door.
Ow~
The man cried out miserably, finding it hard to breathe, his face turning as pale as paper!
"Will you talk?" Lin Fan asked with a faint smile.
"No!" the man growled in broken Huaxia through clenched teeth.
"Not bad, got so guts! But do you think this will save you? Ever heard of the world's top ten tortures?" Lin Fan smiled calmly.
But his smile appeared sinister in the man's eyes, more terrifying than the Death God's Soul-Slicing Scythe.
"What are you doing?" the man roared in anger.
"Don't worry!" Lin Fan blew out a thick cloud of smoke, saying, "Back in the Soviet days, when interrogating Arican spies, there was a torture where they poured gasoline into a person's mouth. Sadly, I don't have gasoline here, so I'll improvise!"
As he spoke, Lin Fan lifted the man off the wooden door, grabbing his collar and flipping him over so his head was facing down, right over the toilet!
"Relax, my technique is quite practiced. Though it's an imitation of the torture, it will leave a deep impression. Enjoy!"
With a faint smile, Lin Fan suddenly stomped down on the man's head, pressing it into the toilet.
Then, Lin Fan turned on the toilet flush, and a torrent of water cascaded onto the man's face!
The water rushed into his nose, ears, and mouth, fouling with the toilet's stench, crawling into his mouth and nose!
This feeling was worse than death!
The man struggled desperately, but Lin Fan found a pressure point on his back with his foot, rendering him paralyzed, and soon he had no strength to struggle.
About five minutes later, Lin Fan shut off the water and dragged the man out.
By then, the man's face had turned deathly pale, breathing in huge gasps of air before he started to vomit violently, ejecting the previous night's al with a horrific stench.
"How do you feel? Quite an experience, right?" Lin Fan sneered.
"You... you demon?" the man shouted hoarsely.
"Demon? Heh, while that's a nice title, I prefer being called the Tyrant!" Lin Fan smiled faintly.
"Wha... what? Tyrant? You're the Tyrant?" the man's pupils dilated, face full of shock!
"That's right! I am the Tyrant. To be punished by
personally should be your honor. But it seems you haven't had enough. Why don't we go again?"
As he said this, Lin Fan lifted his foot, aiming to stomp the man's head again!
"No..."
The man barely let out a scream, but alas Lin Fan's foot pressed down, his head subrged back into the toilet, and he turned on the water again!
This ti, it flushed for a long ti until Lin Fan smoked the rest of his cigarette. Only then did he pull the man out.
Now, what the man vomited contained a little blood, likely bile coming up, and his face was deathly pale, one might think he was dead if not for a heartbeat!
The man retched for a long while, looking at Lin Fan with nothing but fear in his eyes!
Lin Fan lit another cigarette, placed it in his mouth, and, with a smile, asked the man, "Now, are you ready to talk?"
"I... I'll talk!" the man hurriedly replied.
He knew if he didn't speak, Lin Fan would truly torture him to death!
"I'm an East Asian assassin, ordered by the Mitsubishi Conglorate to co to Huaxia and et soone here, soone with the surna..." the man declared.
"Surna what?" Lin Fan's eyes narrowed.
He sensed this had sothing to do with his old foe!
After pondering for a mont, the man quickly said, "I rember. His surna is Huang, probably soone from Yanjing's Huang Family!"
"Huang Family?"
Upon hearing those words, a chill emanated from Lin Fan!
Lin Fan had already eliminated three of Yanjing's four young masters: the Huang Family, the Chen Family, and the Liu Family were all his neses!
Plus, there's Emperor Celestial Monarch in Yanjing, an equally formidable opponent!
Although last ti at Dragon Garden, Lin Fan bested Emperor Celestial Monarch in spear technique, he remained ignorant of his true skills, suspecting his strength was on par!
"Looks like it's ti to visit Yanjing. To secure the exterior, one must first settle internal affairs, and Yanjing's matters need attention!" Lin Fan smiled faintly.
Seeing Lin Fan's sinister smile, the man shuddered with dread, "I've told you, will you let
go?"
"Did I ever say I would let you go?" Lin Fan sneered.
"You liar!" the man roared in fury.
But in response, he heard crack, crack, crack, crack, four crisp sounds!
Lin Fan stomped four tis, shattering the man's arms and legs. Even the world's top orthopedic surgeons couldn't nd his limbs!
At this mont, the entire bathroom echoed with the man's cries!
However, Lin Fan paid him no mind, wiping the blood off his shoe, tossing the cigarette butt into the trash, washed his hands, and left the restroom!
As for the assassin, he posed no further threat; whether he lived or died didn't matter!
Upon Lin Fan's return to the theater, the movie had ended, and Xiang'Er stood at the door looking around for him!
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