"Wu wu wu —"
His fingers were connected to his heart. Under the intense pain, Cliff was like a fish that was about to suffocate as his body kept shaking.
Blood splattered all over the surrounding men in black, but they didn't move at all. They didn't even bother to wipe off the blood that fell on their faces, as if they were already used to such a scene.
When Cliff had slightly recovered his breath, the leader of the men in black tore off the rag in his mouth and asked again,
"Mr. Cliff, are you willing to cooperate now?"
Cliff looked at his broken wound. Blood was gushing out like a spring, and soon, it formed a "small pool" on the ground.
He said weakly, "I beg you, just kill me with one slash!"
The man in black picked up the ring finger that fell on the ground and held it in his palm. He placed it in front of Cliff and sighed helplessly.
"Mr. Cliff, your medical skills are so good. Do you have a way to reattach your severed finger?"
Cliff smiled bitterly and shook his head.
The man in black threw away the severed finger with a look of regret and persuaded again, "Yes, Mr. Cliff, severed fingers can't be reattached. If you are still unwilling to cooperate, then …"
Cliff still shook his head miserably and said, "Sir, I really can't say! Otherwise, I will definitely die! Not only me, but my whole family will also die! "
The man in black said impatiently, "I said, as long as you are willing to cooperate, we can guarantee the safety of your family!"
However, Cliff obviously didn't believe the man in black. After all, the people of the Eastern Region had tried to cause trouble in Silvermoon City twice but failed. This made many half-elves lose confidence in them.
Seeing this, the man in black became angry and immediately reached out to grab Cliff's finger.
Cliff screamed in fright, desperately trying to cover his hand. But how could an old doctor like him be a match for the people of the Eastern Region? This kind of futile struggle only added a little bit of trouble to the black-clothed men.
Soon, the cold blade touched Cliff's right middle finger again.
Cliff was shocked and blurted out, "Wait, wait a minute! I'll cooperate, I'm willing to cooperate! "
The man in black smiled and stopped the movement of his hand.
He patted Cliff's shoulder and said with a smile, "That's right! Alright, answer my question. After Marquis Vincent was assassinated, were you the one who went to check on him? "
Cliff opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He was actually hesitating again.
The man in black sneered and stepped forward without any explanation. He grabbed Cliff's middle finger and broke it with a crack.
"Ahhhhh —"
With his fingers broken, Cliff was in so much pain that he broke free from the two men in black beside him. He fell to the ground and rolled around. The intense pain made his whole body twitch as if he would faint at any time.
The leader of the men in black sighed sympathetically and said, "Cliff, you're a half-elf. Why do you have to risk your life for the Northern Frontier? To tell you the truth, we have a lot of ways to torture people. This is just the appetizer. "
How could Cliff have the strength to speak? He could only desperately cover his fingers.
But no matter how he covered, the blood was still flowing out. He didn't doubt that if this continued, he would faint or even die from the lack of blood.
Facing the man in black's threat, Cliff could only groan continuously, "I beg you, kill me, kill me!"
The man in black sneered and said eerily,
"Mr. Cliff, we have to do things according to the rules. Even if you don't want to cooperate, we have to cut off all of your fingers one by one. Then, we have to cut off your arms, thighs, eyes, ears, nose, tongue … We have to take turns. So, you have to be more considerate and don't die so quickly. "
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to break Cliff's third finger.
Cliff finally couldn't take it anymore and broke down completely. He cried and said, "I'll say it, I'll say it all!"
"Really?" The man in black looked at Cliff with suspicion, as if he was worried that he would change his mind again.
Cliff nodded continuously and said intermittently, "Really, this time it's real! But, I want to see your leader. I want to tell him personally! "
The man in black suddenly frowned and looked like he was in a difficult position.
But at this moment, a young voice suddenly sounded in the dark warehouse, "I'm here, Mr. Cliff. You can tell me anything."
Following this voice, the man in black quickly bowed and retreated.
Cliff raised his head with difficulty and saw a young man with a fair face appear in front of him.
In the dim environment, he couldn't see his face clearly, but Cliff could tell from his expression and posture that he was obviously a noble.
"May I know who you are?"
"I'm Viscounts Fein. I'm under the orders of the Duke of Saint Prospero to be in charge of the negotiation of the redemption of Marquis Vincent."
Cliff hesitated, but still asked, "Sir Viscounts, if I tell you everything, can you guarantee my safety?"
"Of course we will guarantee your safety." Viscounts Fein nodded seriously and said, "You will leave Silvermoon City with me. As long as I'm here, you will be fine."
"Then what about my family?"
Viscounts Fein hesitated, but still told the truth, "I'm sorry, I can only guarantee your safety."
Cliff lowered his head in disappointment.
Seeing this, Viscounts Fein opened his mouth again and said coldly, "Although we can't guarantee their safety, if we want to send them to hell, it's a piece of cake."
Hearing this, Cliff's whole body began to tremble.
After a while, he seemed to have finally figured it out. He raised his head and said seriously, "Yes, after Marquis Vincent was assassinated, I was pulled to the scene to check the situation."
Viscounts Fein's eyes lit up and immediately asked, "What was the situation at that time? Who was the assassin? Is Marquis Vincent dead? "
"When I rushed to the scene, I saw Marquis Vincent and Duke Modewin both lying in a pool of blood. Among them, Marquis Vincent was stabbed in the lower abdomen and the back of his heart. Although there was still a weak breath at that time, his heart was already broken and he couldn't be saved.
As for Duke Modewin, his throat was cut. Judging from the shape of the wound, he must have cut it himself. When I arrived, he was already dead. "
Viscounts Fein raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He immediately squatted in front of Cliff and stared into his eyes. He asked again,
"Are you sure that Marquis Vincent can't be saved?"
Cliff nodded heavily and said, "Based on my fifty years of medical experience, Marquis Vincent's situation at that time, unless a miracle descends, he definitely can't be saved!"
Hearing such "bad news", Viscounts Fein revealed an excited expression.
But soon, he realized that something was wrong. He immediately put on a sad and angry expression and said,
"Cunning and hateful people from the Northern Frontier! You've been lying to us! "
Cliff looked at Viscounts Fein carefully and asked weakly, "Lord Viscounts, when are we leaving Silvermoon City?"
Viscounts Fein stood up and hid his face in the shadows again. He said indifferently, "I'll leave tonight.
"I'll leave tonight. As for you, you should hide for now."
Cliff's expression changed drastically and he wailed, "Lord, Lord! That's not what you promised me! "
Viscounts Fein kicked away Cliff, who was trying to grab his trouser leg, and said coldly, "Don't worry, I'll put you in a safe place."
After saying this, he ignored Cliff, who was wailing bitterly behind him and quickly walked out of the warehouse.
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