Upon entering the stairwell on the top floor, Liu Kai took out fuel and lit a campfire.
With a thought, he threw the unconscious man out of the storage space.
This person suffered severe fractures in both legs, with the broken bones even piercing the femoral arteries.
Upon contact with the extremely cold air, the blood gushing from the wound instantly froze into a lump of red ice, temporarily stopping the surging bleeding.
But at that moment, the cold air rushed in through the wound, quickly taking away the man's body temperature.
Even while unconscious, he was shivering from the cold, his lips and face were deathly pale.
Liu Kai tied the man's hands behind his back and placed him next to the campfire.
"Smack!"
A slap landed on the man's pale face.
The intense pain, combined with the warmth from the campfire, gradually brought the man back to consciousness.
But when he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a burly figure wearing a cloak.
What's even more terrifying is that this person was holding a gleaming scalpel, with the blade pressed against his eyeball.
If he makes the slightest movement or struggle, his right eye will be ruined!
The man's pupils contracted instantly in terror.
He instinctively leaned back, struggling to resist with his hands, but was firmly bound by the rope.
"hiss!"
The twisting of his body aggravated the wound on his thigh, and a piercing pain shot through him, causing the man to gasp.
"Hehe, don't struggle, you can't escape."
Liu Kai sneered, toying with the scalpel in his hand while looking the man up and down.
He looks to be under 40, with a face brimming with masculine fortitude.
With a neatly trimmed beard, he has the classic image of a sophisticated middle-aged man.
If he weren't so disheveled, he could probably attract a few female admirers with just a wave of his hand.
The man forcefully suppressed the excruciating pain emanating from his legs.
His brows furrowed, and his eyes were full of wariness and coldness as he looked at Liu Kai.
The moment he opened his mouth, he uttered in perfect Mandarin with a magnetic, bubbly voice: "Let me go right now!"
"Whoosh!"
"ah!!!"
Liu Kai was somewhat jealous of this handsome face, and of course, he was also annoyed by the man's commanding tone.
A sharp scalpel was swung, slicing a long, bloody gash across the man's face.
The pain caused the man to scream in agony.
"Hmph! As a prisoner, watch your tone!"
"you!"
"Smack!"
Liu Kai slapped the man across the face before picking up his phone and turning on the recording function.
"Come on, Mr. Fake Foreigner, please tell us your plan to form the 'Destroyer Squad'."
The man stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "Who are you? How do you know about the Destroyer Squad?"
"Smack!"
"Wrong answer!"
"snort!"
The man gave a cold snort, stubbornly turning his head away and refusing to speak again.
"Oh, playing the tough guy, huh? I'd like to see just how tough your mouth is."
Liu Kai didn't proceed step by step; he went straight for his ultimate move.
As a man, he naturally knows which methods are most effective at threatening another man.
With her left hand tightly covering the middle-aged man's mouth, she slowly lowered the scalpel in her right hand.
"Tear!"
The crotch of the thermal pants was ripped open.
The man's expression changed, as if he understood something, and he began to struggle violently.
However, with her mouth covered, she could only stare wide-eyed, making "woo woo woo" sounds of fear and helplessness.
In the struggle, the scalpel had already cut through the man's cotton pants, long underwear, and finally his underwear.
The wind blew on his buttocks and felt cold, causing the man to shiver and shudder.
Liu Kai held up the scalpel and gestured to the left and then to the right.
He muttered to himself, "Which one should I cut first?"
"Waaaaah!!"
The man struggled even more violently.
"What? Have you figured it out?"
The man nodded frantically, his eyes no longer showing the defiant spirit they had displayed before, but filled with earnestness and sincerity.
As soon as he loosened his grip on his left hand, the man's urgent voice rang out.
"Brother, don't be impulsive, let's talk this out! How about we make a deal?"
"explain!"
A confident smile appeared on the man's face: "Let me introduce myself. I am the captain of the 23rd Special Infiltration Team of Japan stationed in China."
"Brother, you're a talented individual. I'd be happy to recommend you to the infiltration team!"
Seeing that Liu Kai remained unmoved, the man continued to entice him: "As long as you join us, I guarantee you a bright future. After the cold wave ends, you will receive the Prime Minister's reward and live a life of wealth and honor."
It's that standard line used to recruit people.
Liu Kai had just heard about this from the tattooed man.
I thought the man would reveal some useful information, but he just started talking about meaningless nonsense.
Although Liu Kai is despicable and shameless, does he want to turn him against his own side?
I doubt anyone in this world could offer him a price that would tempt him.
His expression immediately turned cold, and he used his spatial abilities to forcibly restrain the man's writhing body.
His right hand, wielding a scalpel, ruthlessly swung.
A bloody, red "olive" was precisely cut off.
It flew in a graceful arc and landed in the campfire ahead, instantly turning charred black.
"ah!!!"
The man's confident smile was gone, replaced by twisted and painful wails.
He casually took out a tissue and wiped the blood off the scalpel.
Liu Kai threatened in a detached tone, "I asked you to confess, not to say anything else. You only have one testicle left. Think it over carefully."
The man's forehead was covered with a fine layer of cold sweat.
His face grew even paler, as if he were about to burn out at any moment.
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