Chapter 103: Interrogation

Chapter 103: Interrogation

He Zhiran had made two preparations. She showed Mo Jiuya the iron claws she had prepared in advance.

"Relax, I have this as a backup plan. Double assurance."

With that said, He Zhiran vanished from her spot.

Exiting the space, she plummeted downward rapidly.

He Zhiran didn't dare to be careless. She stayed outside the space for less than a second before returning to it again.

Mo Jiuya watched her disappear and reappear repeatedly as she entered and exited the space multiple times. His heart climbed to his throat when He Zhiran didn't come back.

He Zhiran's operation went smoothly. When she emerged from the space for the last time, she was about ten meters above the ground.

She directly used the iron claw to hook onto a tree branch and descended along the rope's tension, landing safely on the ground.

This was a valley with a strong primitive atmosphere.

What troubled He Zhiran the most was that the area was surrounded by mountains, leaving no trace of a path leading outside.

She carefully studied her surroundings, planning to pick a direction and explore.

Just as she was about to take her first step, she faintly heard a series of footsteps.

Judging from the sound, there were at least three people approaching.

He Zhiran swiftly hid behind a boulder, holding her breath. At the same time, she retrieved a compact pistol and a tranquilizer gun from her spatial dimension.

The footsteps grew closer, and through the crevices in the rock, she could see four figures in black heading straight for her.

The one in front, seemingly impatient, said, "We've been searching this place all night. Even if they were crushed to bits, there should be some sign of them."

"Are you suggesting that Mo Jiuya is still alive?"

"That's impossible. Mo Jiuya was severely injured. There's no way he could have survived a fall from such a high cliff."

As the black-clad figures continued their discussion on whether their targets were dead or alive, a sharp crack suddenly shattered the tranquility of the valley.

In the meantime, the leading black-clad figure had already fallen to the ground, unconscious.

To prevent the remaining assailants from regaining their composure or reacting, He Zhiran swiftly fired two more shots, taking down another two black-clad men.

The only survivor, sensing the perilous situation, cautiously approached He Zhiran's hiding spot while dodging potential attacks. Frustrated, he yelled, "Mo Jiuya, if you've got guts, come out and fight me fairly! Don't hide like a coward!"

He Zhiran remained silent, shifting her position instead. Raising her tranquilizer gun, she aimed and fired at the advancing black-clad man.

The man collapsed instantly. After confirming that the surroundings were safe, He Zhiran emerged from behind the large rock.

She first checked the black-clad man's breath, then swiftly entered the space with him in tow.

Mo Jiuya was pacing anxiously outside the operating room door when he spotted He Zhiran dragging an apparently lifeless black-clad figure. His expression turned grave as he asked, "Are there still more of them outside?"

He Zhiran casually tossed the black-clad figure onto the floor.

"I tranquilized him with a dart. Let's see if we can extract any useful information from him."

Upon learning that the man was merely unconscious, Mo Jiuya hastily crouched down before him and yanked off the black mask.

He then fetched a chopstick to pry open the man's mouth and retrieved a venom pouch inside.

He Zhiran, for her part, wasn't idle either. Fetching a length of rope, she joined Mo Jiuya in tightly binding the captive.

To save time, He Zhiran administered a stimulant into the black-clad man's body.

In no time, the man regained consciousness.

Surveying his entirely unfamiliar surroundings, the man appeared utterly disoriented.

"Where am I?"

"You don't need to know where you are. Just answer my questions obediently, and I'll make your end swift," He Zhiran said in a chilling tone.

Only then did the black-clad figure notice someone behind him.

He turned around and immediately laid eyes on Mo Jiuya.

"Mo Jiuya, are you really not dead?"

Mo Jiuya wasn't in the mood for games and spoke coldly, "Tell me, who sent you to kill me?"

The black-clad man sneered, "Do you really think I'd tell you?"

With that said, he prepared to bite down on the poison sac in his mouth to commit suicide.

However, after searching with his tongue between his teeth, he couldn't find the poison sac.

The black-clad man instantly broke out into a cold sweat.

"Mo Jiuya, you're despicable."

Mo Jiuya remained expressionless.

"The truly despicable one is the puppet master behind you."

Before the black-clad figure could retort, He Zhiran had already retrieved a syringe and swiftly injected it into his arm before he could react.

The black-clad man was startled.

"What have you done to me?"

He attempted to struggle, but his limbs were securely bound, rendering him immobile.

He Zhiran sneered. "You'll find out soon enough."

The syringe she administered to the man was a special concoction developed by a certain nation specifically for dealing with captives.

Upon injection, the subject would initially experience an adrenaline rush, followed by a sensation of being relentlessly bitten by countless ants all over their body five minutes later.

This pain would intensify relentlessly, making life unbearable for the victim.

What made this drug even more potent was that, despite the intense physical reactions, the subject would remain conscious and fully aware of the agony they were enduring, unable to succumb to unconsciousness.

Indeed, the black-clad man was initially excited, displaying a death-defying attitude. He even vowed that he wouldn't divulge the identity of his master, even if his flesh was being sliced with a knife.

As time ticked by, the man's expression gradually twisted in agony.

At first, he clenched his teeth and endured it.

However, the pain intensified to the point where he felt an irresistible urge to bash his head against something to end his suffering.

Seeing that the time was ripe, He Zhiran spoke up, "Let me make this clear to you. If you don't speak up, I promise you'll live like this forever."

The black-clad man, with bloodshot eyes, glared fixedly at He Zhiran and spat out each word through gritted teeth, "You're truly vicious."

He Zhiran remained unfazed.

"I won't deny that. Resorting to any means necessary to achieve one's goals isn't something only I would do."

"You…" The black-clad man was furious, veins popping on his forehead.

Unfortunately, the physical torment he was enduring made it increasingly unbearable for him to continue.

Finally, the black-clad man gritted his teeth. "We're just mercenaries taking payment to do a job. I have no idea who wants your lives."

He Zhiran and Mo Jiuya utterly disbelieved the man's words.

If he truly was ignorant of the mastermind behind this, he could have said so from the beginning, without persisting until now.

Determined to extract the truth, He Zhiran fetched another syringe, its needle pointed at the assassin, as she coldly spoke,

"From the looks of it, you have quite a high pain tolerance. How about I give you another dose of this?"

The black-clad man recognized the object in He Zhiran's hand – it was the very thing that had caused him excruciating agony earlier.

Another prick, and he would probably suffer an unbearable death.

Seeing the needle nearing his arm, the assassin cried out, "It's Prince Heng. We're all his loyal assassins."

Sorry, I've run out of saved drafts for today, but there will be two updates!