Long Junchen finished what he wanted to say lightly, stretched his waist lazily. To deal with such a hard-mouthed guy, he had to use some tricks to pry open his golden mouth.

Long Junchen sighed slowly and exhaled a little bit of temperature at the collar. His long hair was hidden in the scarf, and only a strand fell out, hanging softly on the collar. He hadn't cut his hair for a long time and his beard also remained. He didn't look like a boy in his early twenties, but instead he looked like a thirty-year-old foreign merchant. A sly light broke out from the corner of his eyes, and it seemed to pass through the corners of Murakami Kikumaru's twitching mouth.

"Don't, don't, I said, I'll tell you everything I know, you, give me some more time, let me think, let me think," Murakami Kikumaru had a quick thought in his heart, wishing that he could pass all the escape skills he had learned in the organization in his mind again. His mind turned, but hissed, but hesitated and seemed a little slow to react. "I, I have to think about it carefully, hiss..., let's do this organization..."

Long Junchen looked at him whispering and talking like constipation, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He didn't even take his tricks. Without saying a word, he winked at Ning Feng'er, who had been impatient on the side, and said viciously: "I think this person is not very honest, he is talking hesitantly, and I don't know what he is thinking about. In this way, you remove one of his arms first."

"Wait, wait a moment, don't, don't..." Murakami Kikumaru had just spitted a few words from his throat tube, and then suddenly changed into a scream. His entire arm was removed with a crunch, and he almost fainted with a crunch. His forehead was covered in cold sweat. This was not over. His other arm was immediately decisively locked by Ning Feng'er, and he was about to take action.

"Wait a minute, don't hurry and continue. Leave one of his arms for him first. Let's listen first. Mr. Murakami, what else does he want to say?" Long Junchen waved his hand to stop Ning Feng'er from starting up in anger, looked at her with a little approval, and said with a little teasing: "By the way, Miss Ning, your technique is indeed quite neat. Ahem, it seems that you have done such things in the past."

When Murakami Kikumaru heard Long Junchen's soft voice, he no longer dared to take this sound seriously. He was sweating all over, and he couldn't help but stumble on the ground and panted with difficulty. He felt that he was about to be incontinent. He heard Ning Feng'er on the side smile playfully, pulled Murakami Kikumaru's arm, and said slowly: "Indeed, before interrogating prisoners, torture and confession, and torture were normal, and it was really inconvenient to remove the arm. It turned out that when we interrogated the prisoners, they were chopped directly with a machete, and it was like removing the arm. It was like removing the arm. It was so troublesome. I saw that the other arm was chopped off directly, so that he would not be afraid."

Ning Feng'er and Long Junchen had been chaotic for a long time, and they began to say such a terrible bastard. It would be fine if they were torture and confession. The so-called slandering tricks really cannot be said randomly. If Liu Qinglong was here, he would probably be angry with these two gods. How could the secret matters of MI6 be said like this without restraint? If this was heard by the above, let alone the black hat, the head under the black hat would probably not be able to be kept.

"I said I said! Don't chop my arms, please, I will explain everything!" Murakami Kikumaru finally couldn't bear the pressure of death and shouted out unbearably. The echo of the word "explanation" in the room passed through the corridor and circled in the room.

In an instant, the surroundings became quiet, and even the screams that had been following him just now disappeared. After all, it was the "background music" played by Long Junchen and Ning Feng'er to scare him.

"We, our organization, is called Zi Qilin, is an organization affiliated to the Eastern Kingdom." Murakami Kikumaru swallowed hard, his eyes kept spinning under the straps. Obviously, he was still thinking about what to say and what should be kept as confidential as possible.

Ning Feng'er's hand was still pressing on his shoulder. She pulled out a golden dagger and pressed the tip of the dagger against his chin. The cold light of the blade made Murakami Kikumaru's skin hurt. Ning Feng'er moved it bit by bit with the tip of the knife and said coldly: "Purple Qilin? Can you say it more in detail? Don't just squeeze toothpaste, just say it once, and finish it quickly."

Murakami Kikumaru kept pumping the air conditioner, and his dislocated shoulder was in great pain. He grinned and squeezed out a flattering smile with some difficulty, "No, two masters, I, I really don't know what you want to know?"

"Are you still pretending to be garlic with me here? Murakami Kikumaru, your tm's list is really a bit big, no, do you think we are fools? Purple Qilin, is it possible that this broken name is worth your life? If your life is so worthless, then I think it's okay!" Long Junchen took the golden dagger from Ning Feng'er's hand, and the cold blade slowly brushed across his neck, and walked past his face. Murakami Kikumaru felt the bridge of his nose itch, knowing that the blade was too sharp, and it scraped off his broken hair and eyebrows. He didn't dare to move at all, and his throat tube rolled up and down unnaturally.

Murakami Kikumaru's pale lips kept trembling, and his whole body began to tremble. His greasy hair was pulled weakly on his forehead, which was in a strange consistency with his entire emotions.

The cold light of the golden dagger reflected Long Junchen's eyes, revealing a simple and stern radiance. Murakami Kikumaru hesitated for a moment, as if he had finally found a speech. Just as he was about to speak, Long Junchen took the lead and said word by word with a strong sense of oppression: "If you think that your own life is not enough, it's okay. I'll add a few lives to you and see, this person's life is enough, or not enough?"

After saying that, Long Junchen called out, and at the same time, Ning Feng'er took the cold mobile phone and came to Murakami Kikumaru with her cold phone. There was a silence inside, and then suddenly a slight, hesitant child voice came, "Dad, Dad?"
Chapter completed!