Was he going to be poisoned to death?
Yarlin touched the black spots on Mr. 3's skin with his fingertips. Sure enough, he could feel an extremely cold and twisted force passing through the black spots on his fingertips. With a light prick of his fingernails, Mr. 3's skin was easily torn open, revealing dark, murky blood.
A strong rotten smell permeated the air from the blood. The flesh under the skin was also oozing black, as if it was rotten and low-quality meat.
"So, the rotten smell didn't disappear. Instead, it seeped into the blood vessels," Yarlin thought to himself.
Mr. 3's eyes bulged out of their sockets. He was so frightened that his eyes looked like dead fish eyes that were about to fall out of their sockets. The rotting flesh that looked like melted wax was not his own body melting. It really looked like his body was melting.
"If you don't detoxify me, I'll really die. Keep me alive. I'll definitely be useful to you," Mr. 3's teeth were chattering.
"Detoxify?!" Yarlin glanced at Mr. 3 with a strange look in his eyes. Then, he flicked his fingertips lightly. The black lines that gushed out from his fingertips wrapped around Mr. 3 again and threw him onto the wall.
"Sorry, I don't even know if this is poison, let alone how to detoxify it." He cursed in his heart, but on the surface, his expression was calm as he said to Mr. 3, "You are a smart person, and smart people are used to lying, especially when the lies are mixed with the truth and lies, making it difficult for people to distinguish the truth from the lies. So, if you want to live, use this time to think about what other information you have to give in exchange for your life."
"I..."
"You have to live for something, and you need time to think about it." Yarlin put his index finger on his lips and made a "shh" gesture. "Tell my adjutant when you've thought about it."
Bang!
The iron door of the prison was closed. Yarlin walked to the cell next door. The prison guard standing at the door quickly opened it.
"I'm afraid that your companion next door won't be able to hold on for much longer." Yarlin's first words made Mr. Five feel a bone-chilling and extremely vicious malice. "I hit him too hard. I'm afraid there's no need for him to be treated. Compared to him, I was kind and gentle to you."
Three of his ribs were broken, a hole was pierced through his neck, and his throat was almost torn out. How could that be considered gentle?
Mr. Five swallowed his saliva and did not dare to refute.
Yarlin's finger slid across his throat, and the black thread around his neck loosened, revealing a scabbed wound. There was a faint black pattern around the edge of the wound, but it was not obvious.
"If we treat the black spots as a kind of toxin, then this guy should have been poisoned when I pierced him with my finger. However, compared to Mr. 5, the dose of the same toxin is very small. Why is that?"
Yarlin was a little puzzled. He couldn't think of a reason at the moment. He took out a short dagger from his bosom and dug into the scabbed wound.
"What are you doing?" Mr. Five stared at Yarlin in horror. He thought that Yarlin was going to kill him. He struggled with all his might and breathed out smoke from his mouth and nose.
"Shut up!"
Yarlin snorted coldly. He stretched out his palm and pinched Mr. Five's chin between his thumb and index finger. He raised his palm and tightly shut Mr. Five's gums. A cloud of black smoke and dust came out of Mr. Five's ear canal. Yarlin's hand that was holding the dagger violently dug out a circle of rotten flesh from Mr. Five's neck and threw it on the ground.
"He's not dead!" Mr. Five felt a stinging pain from the wound on his neck. The black silk wrapped around his neck like a needle and thread, sewing the wound shut. His face showed a look of astonishment before he looked at the piece of rotten flesh on the ground.
Instead of rotten flesh, it looked more like a black blood clot. When Yarlin threw it on the ground, it shattered like jelly and turned into a puddle of rancid acid.
Mr. Five's IQ did not seem to be high enough. He did not seem to notice anything unusual about his wound at all. On one hand, the black spots were not obvious because they were covered by the black cocoon. On the other hand, it might be because his brain was mixed with explosives, so his brain capacity was not that high.
"It's turned into a puddle of rancid acid."
Yarlin stared at the black puddle on the ground. The smell that entered his nostrils was like the sour smell of a burning garbage bag. He shook the blood off the dagger. There was nothing unusual on the dagger. Then, he looked at the frightened Mr. Five and said, "After my adjutant interrogated you and your partner, he analyzed that Mr. Three's position in the Baroque Workshop is higher. He probably squeezed into the core management and has access to more confidential information. You, Mr. Five, are ranked behind your partner based on your codename, and you don't seem to have access to the core management's information. Therefore, he believes that your value to us is far less than Mr. Three's. In other words, he suggested that I kill you.
What do you think? "" … "Mr. Five's face looked like it was about to explode. His mouth, nose, and eyes scrunched up. He hurriedly said," No, don't kill me. I can betray the Baroque Workshop and work for you. "
"How can I trust you if you betray us so easily?" Yarlin's fingers nimbly fiddled with the dagger. He threatened, "Tell me Mr. Zero's identity."
"I don't know Mr. Zero's identity. The president is very mysterious. He rarely shows his face to others." Mr. Five's face turned pale. He said in a low voice, "The Baroque Workshop is a criminal company. There are very few loyal members. Believe me, I'm really willing to betray the Baroque Workshop."
Yarlin had already determined that Mr. Five was an idiot. "Don't be nervous. I think your ability still has some value, so I've decided to spare your life for the time being. You can work as a research and development staff."
"Research and development staff?!" Mr. Five didn't know what that was. The only thing he knew how to do was kill people.
"That's right. Things like booger bombs are too disgusting, and they're not very useful. I need you to help me develop and improve the power of gunpowder and artillery shells." Yarlin felt that the true value of the exploding fruit was not in personal combat. On the contrary, the ability of the exploding fruit should be combined with the power of gunpowder and artillery shells. It could be used as a powerful booster to develop and produce a more powerful weapon in large quantities.
Although the power of the crimson artillery shell (the original bomb) was already impressive, it was still far from the power that Yarlin had in mind.
"What? You don't want to?" Yarlin's voice rose an octave.
"I'm willing. I'm very willing." Mr. Five's head shook like a rattle drum. What kind of joke was this? He didn't dare to say no in this situation.
"Very good!" Yarlin felt that Mr. Five was very sensible. He turned around and left the cell, leaving Mr. Five soaked in cold sweat.
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