Yamamoto slowly walked out of the inner room and saw the half-open wooden sliding door in the moonlight. Half of the door was still intact, while the other half was broken into pieces and there was a hole on the ground.
"What's going on?" Yamamoto frowned. "Oono-kun?"
Still no one responded, and no other sound was heard, only the thick smell of blood in the air.
Yamamoto raised his gun and walked towards the door step by step.
When Song Yun saw Yamamoto, Yamamoto also saw Song Yun, and he subconsciously wanted to shoot.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Song Yun was much faster than him. Just as his finger was about to pull the trigger, a stone hit his wrist holding the gun. His hand went numb and the pistol fell to the ground.
Yamamoto reacted quickly, falling sideways into the room and rolling behind the screen.
Judging from the movements, he must have learned martial arts, but it's a pity that it's not quite right.
Song Yun walked into the house, bent down to pick up the pistol, pretended to put it behind her waist, but actually put it into the storage compartment.
The breathing behind the screen was heavy.
Song Yun stood in front of the screen, calculated the position, and threw the stone.
The stone passed through the screen and hit Yamamoto's knee accurately.
Only those who have experienced this kind of pain know how painful it is.
Yamamoto fell to the ground hugging his knees and yelling, "Ono-kun!"
Song Yun kicked the screen over and laughed, "Ono-kun? Are you talking about the samurai just now?"
Yamamoto was sweating profusely from the pain. "What did you do to Ohno-kun? This is impossible. This is impossible."
Song Yun took out a dagger and stabbed Yamamoto's other leg. The moment Yamamoto screamed in pain, a dirty cloth was stuffed into his mouth.
"How is it? How does it feel?" Thinking of the suffering those comrades had endured, Song Yun immediately drew out a dagger, stepped on Yamamoto's arm, and stabbed his palm with the knife, nailing his palm firmly to the floor.
The same thing happened with the other hand, followed by the two legs. Using four daggers, Yamamoto was pinned to the floor in a spread-eagle position.
At this time, Yamamoto was about to faint from the pain.
"Does it hurt? This is just the beginning. The real pain hasn't started yet."
She took out the silver needles and said, "You must fully experience the taste of reverse pulse needles."
Yamamoto never thought that one day he would be tortured like this. This was simply a thousand times more painful than killing him.
He bit the rag and begged for mercy incoherently, "Please, please, let me go. I have money, I have everything. As long as you let me go, I will give you whatever you want."
Song Yun didn't even look at him and continued with the acupuncture.
"If begging is useful, did you let go of those Chinese people you killed? Didn't they beg you for mercy? What did you do?"
Yamamoto thought of the corpses that were dragged away, those Chinese pariahs who were worse than ants in his eyes. How could someone come to seek revenge on him for those pariahs?
"I-I can--compensate it. What do you want? What do you want?"
"I want your life." Song Yun said the most frightening words to Yamamoto in the calmest tone.
He didn't want to die. Even though the pain at this moment was extreme, as if he had fallen into an endless hell and was being burned by fire, boiled in oil, and his bones and flesh were broken, he still didn't want to die. He wanted to live.
He possesses so much wealth and power, he is the best among men, and he still has great achievements to accomplish, so how can he die?
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