Bam! Bam! Bam!
The hard and powerful fists bombarded Duke Leslie's body again and again.
Fierce, ruthless, and determined!
This direct descendant of the Leslie family, a member of the Steel Wings, and the boss of the Duke Club had completely lost the ability to resist. He was lifted up high by Zuo Yi and beaten like a sandbag.
He felt like he was being repeatedly crushed by an ice-cold machine. All the bones and muscles in his body were violently rubbing and twisting. It was extremely painful.
However, his consciousness was still very clear. He wanted to scream but couldn't. He was going crazy!
Duke Leslie couldn't wait to die.
However, this torture lasted for a full ten minutes. To him, it was like a century.
When Zuo Yi retracted his iron fist and let go of his left hand, Duke Leslie slumped to the ground like mud as though his spine had been pulled out. His pale face was covered in tears and snot. His mouth was agape, and his eyes were unfocused. He looked like a salted fish that was about to be dried up.
"Are you willing to cooperate?"
Zuo Yi squatted down and poked his chest with his finger.
Zuo Yi didn't know much about interrogation techniques, but this didn't mean that he didn't have the means to force a confession.
What he had just used on Duke Leslie was the "Eagle Training" technique that was popular in the Imperial Army of the Sadeya world.
This method didn't kill anyone, but it specifically targeted the weaknesses of the human body. It was always successful in educating new recruits, especially those arrogant and conceited recruits. Almost no one could withstand it, and the result was no different from Duke Leslie in front of him.
Only people with extremely strong wills could withstand it. And such people, even if they were recruits, would immediately be entrusted with important tasks.
Duke Leslie's consciousness was too weak. In fact, people like him who loved sensual pleasures couldn't withstand the "Eagle Training" technique.
Even if the time was very short.
Although Zuo Yi's fingers didn't use any strength, Duke Leslie twitched a few times as if he had been electrocuted. His face revealed a look of extreme horror as he nodded desperately.
"From now on, I'll ask and you'll answer."
Zuo Yi said, "I'm satisfied with your answer, so I'll give you a quick death."
For an evil person like Duke Leslie, this was the greatest benevolence he could do.
Even if he didn't have an honest belief, Zuo Yi disdained to deceive him.
Duke Leslie laughed bitterly and said hoarsely, "Ask away."
His will had been completely destroyed, and now he only wanted to die. He didn't want to go through that hellish experience again.
"Very good."
Zuo Yi nodded.
Half an hour later, he stopped questioning Duke Leslie. He had obtained all the answers he wanted to know.
Although Duke Leslie's position in the Council of Truth wasn't very high, he knew a lot of secrets about the council.
Even Zuo Yi did not expect to destroy the Council of Truth in one go, because it was not realistic at all. However, he could follow the clues to find the melon, step by step, until all the staff bearers and crown-wearers were discovered.
The Council of Truth certainly wouldn't allow themselves to be captured, but the more they did, the more they would be exposed!
Duke Leslie panted a few times and asked, "Am I going to die?"
Zuo Yi replied, "Be a good person in your next life."
He waved his hand, and a scorching flame appeared out of nowhere and instantly enveloped Duke Leslie.
This ball of flame was condensed from Zuo Yi's purest battle energy. Even the hardest metal in the universe could be smelted. Duke Leslie didn't even have time to react before he turned into ashes.
Zuo Yi kept his word and gave him a quick death.
Standing up again, Zuo Yi turned off the subaerial weapon and immediately left the subspace.
This high-tech equipment from the main world was quite practical. It could create an independent space for fighting. With Zuo Yi's powerful mental power, it played a huge role.
He returned to the box in an instant and knocked over a man in black.
In this box, there were dozens of fully armed men in black. They were all armed and tough, but all of them looked gloomy.
A few of them were lying on the ground, searching for something, and a middle-aged man was talking on the phone, his face full of sweat.
Zuo Yi had killed all the people in the box and dragged Duke Leslie into the subspace for interrogation. When the guards outside noticed that something was wrong and broke in, they only saw an empty room.
After such a big thing happened, the people of the Duke Club immediately rushed over, trying to find clues and the real culprit.
Those here were only a small part of their forces. Most of them had already spread out to search.
If they couldn't find Duke Leslie, or only found his corpse, then everyone in the club wouldn't be able to escape responsibility!
The Leslie family wasn't a charity.
Zuo Yi's sudden appearance gave everyone a fright. Several men in black reacted very quickly and immediately raised their submachine guns to aim at him.
The middle-aged man on the phone was stunned and shouted, "Who are you?"
These were his last words.
Zuo Yi's answer was very simple.
He took out the Crimson Dragon Sword from his spatial ring and swung it left and right. Sword light flashed, and everyone was cut in half at the waist. No one was spared.
Zuo Yi could sense that these people had a strong murderous aura. None of them were innocent.
"Hey, hey, hey …"
The middle-aged man's phone fell to the floor. An irritable voice came from the receiver. "Anderson, what are you doing, you son of a b * tch? Answer me! "
Zuo Yi stretched out his hand and made a grabbing motion. The phone immediately flew into his hand.
“Hello。”
Hearing Zuo Yi's voice, the person on the other side of the phone immediately became alert. "Who are you? Where's Anderson? "
"Anderson is dead."
Zuo Yi lowered his head and looked at the body on the ground. Well, he died peacefully.
"Did you kill him?"
The man's voice suddenly became ferocious. "I'm Wayne, Wayne Leslie. Did you kidnap my son? Believe me, you'll pay an unimaginable price for this. You, and your family … "
"Are you talking about Duke Leslie?"
Zuo Yi interrupted the man's long-winded nonsense. "He's dead too, Mr. Wayne. I think you should meet again soon."
It was said that when the soul returned to the endless Styx, those who had passed away could meet in the Styx. The closer the relationship, the higher the chance of meeting.
Wayne Leslie, the current head of the Leslie family, a member of Newley City, and the chairman of the Leslie Group.
A well-known figure in Newley.
A staff bearer!
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