The sudden, unexpected attack caught Rabul completely off guard, leaving his mind in a daze for a mont. He was filled with anger and fear, and he finally managed to speak up, questioning with a mixture of fury and apprehension.
"Lotte, what are you doing? The Ship's Gang has never provoked the Pedroel family before... Rember, the harbor is our turf. I advise you to think carefully..."
Rabul's threats were forceful, but before he could finish speaking, Lynn swiftly grabbed his other arm and then threw the burly man, now curled up like a shrimp, to the ground.
"I'm asking you, answer . Do you understand? Cooperation is in everyone's best interest!" Lynn crouched down, staring at Rabul and speaking directly.
The towering man was already drenched in cold sweat from the pain. He clenched his teeth and remained silent, fixating his gaze on Lynn as if he could swallow him whole, his thoughts racing, yet he couldn't fathom why the son of Baron Pedroel had attacked him.
Could it be that so fool from the Ship's Gang had accidentally offended him?
Just as he pondered this, Lynn's voice resounded.
"The first question... Your na!"
Rabul stared with wide eyes, feeling deeply insulted. Wasn't it obvious enough?
"Answer!" Lynn's voice was cold and emotionless. After waiting for two seconds, he swiftly drew a dagger from Rabul's waist and decisively stabbed it into Rabul's right hand.
"Rab... Rabul..."
The burly man scread hoarsely, not wanting to lose his precious right hand over such a foolish question.
Lynn's actions continued without pause. Under Rabul's terrified gaze, the dagger was thrust into the gap between his closely clenched fingers.
"You have only one second to answer each question, no second chances!" Lynn said coldly and proceeded with the next question.
"Gender!"
"Male!" Rabul replied through gritted teeth, regarding the man before him as nothing short of a lunatic.
"Place of birth... Well, your hotown!"
Lynn continued to ask Rabul a series of questions, starting with the straightforward ones and then progressing to more tricky ones. The questions ranged from the daily tasks he perford to the Ship's Gang's trade goods and routes.
If Rabul hesitated for even a mont, Lynn would break one of his fingers.
In just a few minutes, six of Rabul's fingers were broken, and the pain left him in a daze.
"All right, since you can't even rember which foot you stepped out of your house with three days ago, I'll ask you a simpler question." Lynn sighed in resignation, and then his tone changed. He suddenly asked, "Where is La Loude?"
"In..." Rabul was about to answer reflexively, but in the next mont, he stopped and shook his head, looking terrified. "I... I don't know."
"I told you, cooperating would be in everyone's best interest." Lynn sighed in resignation as well. In fact, he wasn't skilled at interrogations, and he had cramd all the little he knew last night.
But Rabul clearly had no intention of talking, so Lynn had to resort to more radical thods.
Lynn's gaze sharpened. The Ship's Gang was originally ford by a group of reford pirates, and according to Rabul's confession, they engaged in various illegal activities in addition to their legitimate mariti operations.
These activities included pretending to be pirates and raiding ships, human trafficking, smuggling contraband, murder, and more. If this were his previous life, the things Rabul had done would have been enough to enrage the public a hundred tis over.
"Do you know about the art of flaying?" Lynn asked in a leisurely manner.
Flaying?
Rabul shivered and listened as Lynn continued, "First, you make an incision below the spine, splitting the skin on the back into two halves. Then, you slowly cut along the grain of the muscles. The action has to be swift, completed before the target dies from blood loss..."
Lynn provided a vivid and detailed account of a grueso ancient torture thod from a foreign land, including details like how to make the cuts, how much blood would flow, and how each step needed to be completed within minutes.
Rabul was now on the ground, trembling with fear. He had no doubt that the madman before him would actually flay him alive. He stamred, "My Lord Lotte, I truly don't know where Leader Loude is."
"Is that so? But I heard that you were La Loude's most trusted subordinate!" Lynn sneered.
"In truth, Mr. Loude doesn't trust anyone..." Rabul explained in a terrified, uncertain tone. "I only know that he left the seaport town three days ago..."
"If you're not willing to talk, that's fine. We have plenty of ti to play." Lynn stood up and brushed the dust off his pants. Last night, while researching interrogation techniques, he had co across many interesting yet non-lethal thods. Now was the perfect ti to give them a try.
Half an hour later, Rabul was nearly broken, both ntally and physically, under the dual tornt. He was now willing to divulge every detail to Lynn, even admitting to smuggling an entire ship's worth of goods and disguising it as a shipwreck.
However, when it ca to Loude's whereabouts, Rabul remained clueless. After experinting with various thods to break his spirit, Lynn had to admit that Rabul was likely not pretending.
According to the information Rabul provided, Loude had left the harbor town two days ago, which coincided with Archbishop Anluke's attack on Urn Town with his n. Furthermore, the Ghost's Tavern, where Lynn had been, was raided on the sa day by the Church, and Old Hawke had gone missing ever since.
It was highly likely that it was during this ti that La Loude received a warning and went into hiding. Only a handful of high-ranking mbers of the Ship's Gang knew that he was not in the harbor town.
"It seems that your most trusted assistant is nothing more than a decoy!" Lynn sighed, shaking his head in resignation.
Rabul indeed knew many of the Ship's Gang's secrets, but when it ca to the secret transportation of goods to the Wizard's Land, his knowledge was extrely limited. He only knew that on Mondays, Loude personally oversaw the transportation of several large ships, but he had no idea where these ships were headed.
Lynn pondered for a while. Loude's caution and cunning had taken him by surprise. Loude might have already prepared for the possibility of high-ranking mbers of the Ship's Gang betraying him or being captured.
However, Loude alone couldn't sail across the sea. There must be so more core figures within the Ship's Gang responsible for this. The other peripheral mbers acted as cover, following Rabul's orders and being abandoned as pawns in tis of danger.
Lynn recalled the nas and backgrounds of the Ship's Gang's leaders and mbers he had learned from Rabul. Every one of them seed like a potential spy planted by Loude.
As he contemplated, a thought suddenly popped into Lynn's mind: If he couldn't find Loude, why not make Loude co to him instead?
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