Chapter 440 Who among you is Mo Jiuye?

After listening to Xue Fan's few words, Mo Jiuye could conclude that this person was definitely a cunning person, completely different from his seemingly honest appearance.

Faced with such a person, Mo Jiuye was too lazy to beat around the bush with him.

"Why are you pretending to be Boss Tang?"

After hearing this question, Xue Fan was stunned for a moment, but he quickly concealed it.

"I don't understand what you are saying."

Mo Jiuye stepped forward, stepped on his hand that was touching the ground, and then crushed it a few more times.

"Don't you understand? Hehe..." As he spoke, he crushed it a few more times with force.

Regardless of whether this man's purpose of coming to the northwest is related to the Mohist School, he deserves to die just because he pretended to be Tang Mingrui and hired someone to kill someone.

Because Xue Fan had been drugged, his body was exhausted and he had no strength left.

Being stepped on and crushed by Mo Jiuye, he had no strength to struggle, but from his distorted expression, it was clear how much pain his hand was in.

This man was quite patient. Even though he was in pain, he didn't beg for mercy.

"You are abusing lynching. I will report you to the police."

Mo Jiuye finally realized that this guy would never cry until he saw the coffin.

He didn't have that much time to waste here, so he raised the dagger and thrust it hard into his thigh, moving it back and forth several times before stopping.

Blood had soaked Xue Fan's pants.

Mo Jiuye showed no mercy, but walked forward and tore open one of his trouser legs, revealing the wound inside that was still bleeding.

Xue Fan also understood at this moment that the person in front of him was not only ruthless, but also extremely cruel.

Just as he was thinking about how to respond, Mo Jiuye had already taken out a small paper bag and poured the white powder inside on his wound.

Xue Fan's wound began to fester at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing his bare bones...

The piercing pain spread throughout Xue Fan's body, but this was not the most important thing.

The festering of his skin and flesh had completely shattered Xue Fan's mind. He was now terrified and stared at Mo Jiuye in horror.

"What are you going to do?"

Mo Jiuye snorted coldly, holding the small paper bag containing the medicine powder in his hand.

"Of course I want you to answer my questions honestly."

Xue Fan stared at the bloody hole on his leg, which was thicker than a finger and still oozing pus. He was on the verge of collapse.

Even so, he didn't want to say anything.

He took a deep breath and prepared to crash into the nearest wall.

Seeing this, the three Mo brothers took action almost at the same time to control the man.

Mo Chuhan is rather impatient and gets most angry when he sees such stubborn and hard-talking people.

After throwing the man back to where he was, he stepped forward and kicked him several times: "You did something bad and you want to die. Isn't that too easy for you?"

While speaking, he had already taken out a dagger and skillfully cut the tendons of his hands and feet.

Xue Fan was about to scream out in pain, but Sixth Brother quickly found something to cover his mouth.

Mo Jiuye stared at him.

"If you don't want to be tortured, answer my questions honestly, and I will consider giving you a quick death."

Xue Fan closed his eyes and showed no intention of explaining anything.

He was thinking carefully about his situation, whether there was still hope of survival, and who were these people in front of him?

As he thought about it, he seemed to realize something.

Normally, he had never heard of any masters in the northwest.

The few people who just fought with him were all better at martial arts than him.

Such excellent martial arts are rare, not to mention in the northwest, even in the entire Dashun.

Suddenly, Xue Fan seemed to think of something.

Mo Jiuye saw that he was about to speak, so he stepped forward and tore off the rag that was blocking his mouth.

"Who among you is Mo Jiuye?" Xue Fan stared at the people in front of him in horror.

Logically speaking, Mo Jiuye was the former Duke of Protector of the Country and a very influential figure in the capital. As a member of the Xue family, he should not have been unable to recognize him.

But Xue Fan is special because he is good at martial arts and is the key training target for the Xue family's successor. He was sent out by Xue Jinchuan to gain experience when he was very young.

For so many years, Xue Fan has been running a restaurant in other places and rarely appears in the capital. Therefore, he has only heard of Mo Jiuye, the youngest Duke, but has never seen him in person.

Now he met someone in the northwest whose kung fu was countless times better than his. Moreover, the person in front of him had a good appearance and was about the same age as Mo Jiuye whom he had heard of. This made him suspect that this person was Mo Jiuye.

The reason why he did not have such doubts at the beginning was because in the Mo family he knew, there was only one man, Mo Jiuye, and the possibility of so many masters appearing around him was almost zero.

But through his previous thinking, he couldn't think of any other masters in the northwest besides Mo Jiuye, so he asked just to test it out.

Mo Jiuye didn't want to hide anything at this moment, because in his eyes, Xue Fan was already a dead man.

"Yes, I am Mo Jiuye."

While Mo Jiuye was speaking, he carefully watched the changes in Xue Fan's expression.

Sure enough, when Xue Fan heard that he was Mo Jiuye, his eyes narrowed slightly, but his movements were so fast that no one could notice it unless they looked carefully.

I have to say that Xue Fan's concentration is quite good, and he quickly sorted out his thoughts.

"If you are Mo Jiuye, you should not embarrass me. Which of the powerful people in the capital doesn't know who is the big backer behind Jingxianlou?

To offend Jingxianlou is equivalent to offending the current Queen. My Xue family and the Mo family have never had any hatred or grudges. Why do you treat me like this?

Aren't you afraid that doing this will bring disaster to the Mohist school?"

A disaster?

Hoho…

Has the Mohist school endured enough disasters?

Mo Jiuye sneered in his heart and poured the powder on another wound of Xue Fan.

When Xue Fan saw his actions, it was impossible for him to dodge. He could only watch as another wound on his body turned into a bloody hole oozing pus.

He was anxious!

"Mo Jiuye, why do you want to make things difficult for the Xue family?"

"Don't beat around the bush with me. I, Big Brother, have already made it very clear. If you don't want to be tortured, answer the questions honestly. If you're not honest, I have more ways to make you live a life worse than death."

Mo Jiuye was not exaggerating at all when he said this. The medicinal powder his wife brought him was too torturous for an ordinary person to endure.

In fact, Xue Fan was already extremely frightened. If he hadn't been thinking about not wanting to expose the Xue family, he would have wanted to tell everything he knew so that he could be free sooner.

"I've already said that I have no idea who the Boss Tang you're talking about is. I've only been in the Northwest for a few days and have never come into contact with outsiders."

Mo Jiuye didn't expect that this person would be so stubborn.

But he already knew that Xue Fan was very afraid of the festering wounds on his body, and he was just pretending to be tough.

So he poured the powder on one of Xue Fan's wounds again.