After being brutally beaten, the demonic figure began to waver.

Lin Mo had been fighting for over twenty minutes. For some reason, this guy was completely like a machine, showing no signs of fatigue. Lin Mo could also clearly feel that every punch from his opponent seemed to carry a hint of hatred.

But it seems I haven't offended this guy before, right?

And what's with the anger? You wiped us all out! Hey!

Blood splattered from Cheng Ling's face, turning the entire interrogation room crimson.

The stench of blood was overwhelming, and the assistant behind the bureau chief frowned, feeling slightly ashamed.

From the beginning until now, a full twenty minutes have passed. Although Lin Mo is a diviner, his stamina is exceptionally good. He has been punching and kicking for such a long time without even panting.

Every time Cheng Ling was about to be killed, Lin Mo would force him to unleash his demonic yin body, and then rely on the demonic yin body's regenerative ability to barely withstand his attacks. This cycle repeated itself, tormenting the opponent to no end.

This likely stems from a lot of personal grudges.

While he was pondering, Cheng Ling's demonic body was blasted apart again with a bang.

"Wow, that's too cruel! How many times has this happened?"

"This is the fifth time... This guy is really brutal. Speaking of which, are we really not going to do anything about it?"

"Guan Guan? Do you think you can beat him? Or even go toe-to-toe with the head of the intelligence agency?"

"That's true... But speaking of which, Cheng Ling is really tough. He's been beaten for so long without confessing. He's definitely a man of courage..."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Ling was utterly speechless with despair. Good heavens, was it because I didn't confess? It was clearly that bastard Lin Mo who didn't ask me anything!

Cheng Ling could feel the intense malice in every punch he threw, as if the purpose of his visit was solely to beat him up under the guise of interrogation.

Lin Mo noticed Cheng Ling's gaze, glanced at him, and said calmly, "Will you confess or not?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Ling became excited; finally, he had a chance!

Previously, Lin Mo's offensive was so intense that I didn't even have a chance to speak. Now that I finally have a chance to express my opinion, I must seize it...

I'm sorry, God of Abundance, it's not that I'm cowardly, it's just that this guy hit me way too hard.

"I, I, I ouch..."

"Will you confess or not?"

Snap!

"I...I'm so damn..."

"Will you confess or not?"

"I'm provoking you! You're messing with me, aren't you?!"

Snap!

"Damn it, don't slap me in the face!"

Cheng Ling was so anxious he was almost in tears. Every time he was about to say the word "sign," this guy would interrupt him with a big wall slam.

He felt that if things continued like this, he would eventually be driven crazy by him!

The interrogators and intelligence officers around couldn't help but feel a pang of pity.

Lin Mo, this outlaw, is truly too cruel.

Even the head of the intelligence bureau couldn't stand it anymore. She stubbed out her third cigarette and looked at Lin Mo, saying, "Alright, that's enough. I think he'll cooperate with us from now on, so let's let him go."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo sighed and then nodded.

Cheng Ling breathed a heavy sigh of relief, instantly feeling much more relaxed. Even the interrogators he had previously met seemed much kinder and more approachable now.

Just as he staggered and tried to stand up, he suddenly realized that Lin Mo was still staring at him, which made him feel a little uneasy!

He's still looking at me, damn it.

"You, you can't hit me again!"

Cheng Ling's voice trembled as he said that it was normal for him to experience such a stress response after being subjected to such inhumane torture for so long.

Lin Mo smiled, slowly bent down, and then turned to the side to take out a piece of parchment covered with strange patterns from his pocket... a sheepskin scroll?

Upon seeing this, the intelligence officers in the interrogation room were stunned for a moment, then looked at Lin Mo with surprise, while casting curious glances at the parchment scroll with its many patterns.

Cheng Ling was stunned for a moment, then his face was filled with terror, and cold sweat poured down his face!

Seeing the other party's expression, Lin Mo knew that this thing was definitely extraordinary. He had seen this kind of pattern in ancient books before. It seemed to be the language of some extinct race, and the contents of the entire parchment scroll were also concealed by some kind of destiny power.

Lin Mo patted Cheng Ling's face, then smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, my friend. All you need to do now is tell me what this is."

Cheng Ling's body trembled uncontrollably. He took a deep breath and looked away, as if he was very wary of this thing.

Seeing this, Lin Mo frowned slightly, but still smiled and said, "Hehe, Mr. Cheng Ling, if you don't tell the truth, I still have many 'dishes' to serve... With your strong recovery ability, pulling out a couple of fingernails shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"However, I think breaking your fingers one by one would be more exciting."

"Or? Put the centipede in your ear and then do your math problems?"

Hearing Lin Mo's devilish whispers, not only Cheng Ling, but even the intelligence and interrogation personnel around him couldn't help but be startled. Good heavens, you're the devil!

Lin Mo's inhumane threat made Cheng Ling's heart tighten, but when he thought about the importance of the parchment scroll, he still hesitated.

Seeing this, Lin Mo couldn't help but sigh, then took out a small iron box from his sleeve and slowly opened it.

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

Centipedes and scorpions crawled around the box...

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