Mr. Huo turned around abruptly and found an embroidered messenger sitting on the windowsill. Moreover, the style of the clothes was obviously different from other embroidered clothes. Upon closer inspection, the patterns on them were actually dark gold.
"Gold Medal Embroidered Robe!" Mr. Huo's pupils contracted sharply; someone of his status naturally knew the prestige of the Gold Medal Embroidered Robe.
"I've come to see you today to ask you a few questions, and I hope you'll cooperate." Zu'an said as if he were talking about something trivial.
Mr. Huo chuckled: "You think I have to answer your questions?"
Ordinary people might be afraid of the Embroidered-Robed Envoy, but his existence is destined to walk on the edge of darkness, and with the support of the Prince of Yan, why would he be afraid?
"This is just to inform you; you have no right to refuse." Zu'an glanced at the other embroidered-robed envoys, whose expressions were constantly changing, but apart from being unconscious, everything else seemed normal, as if they were having a dream, and a nightmare at that.
Mr. Huo laughed heartily, as if he had heard a great joke: "You should have joined them in the attack just now, otherwise I might have really been defeated."
Now, in a one-on-one situation, he fears no one, especially since this guy in front of him doesn't seem to have much energy fluctuation; he should be weak even among the top-tier embroiderers.
“No need,” Zuan said casually. Actually, he mainly wanted to experience the opponent’s mental attack so that he wouldn’t be caught off guard if he encountered an expert in this area in the future. In addition, he was very curious to know whether the opponent was capable of subduing the seventh-ranked gold medalist.
"Arrogant!" As soon as Mr. Huo finished speaking, the patterns on his forehead came to life, forming a vertical eye that shone with an eerie light as it stared at Zu An.
Zuan felt a blur before his eyes, and the surroundings were no longer the antique environment of Ruyi Fang. Instead, there were high-rise buildings all around, and the roads were full of all kinds of cars. From time to time, subway and light rail trains would pass by in the distance.
Pedestrians jostled shoulder to shoulder; women were dressed in revealing and fashionable outfits, while men... well, they paid relatively less attention to their appearance.
Not far away, the electronic screens of the shopping mall were displaying advertisements for various celebrities, including his favorite character from his previous life, Little Dragon Girl...
This dream is truly amazing; it can even create something like this?
Zuan sighed, "This world is truly something to miss. If I hadn't made preparations beforehand, I might have been completely lost here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his sword and swung it, unleashing a torrent of sword energy that shattered the world before him. Then, the antique-style Ruyi Workshop reappeared in his sight.
At the same time, there was Mr. Huo's terrified eyes. He covered his forehead and eyes, blood flowing from between his fingers, and pointed at Zu An with his other hand, trembling: "You...who exactly are you?"
The power of that sword strike just now directly destroyed the dream he had created. What level of cultivation is that? When did the Golden Embroidered Robe wearer acquire such abilities?
Zuan flicked his finger, and several bursts of energy struck Mr. Huo, completely subduing him: "Now it's my turn to ask you questions."
Mr. Huo's eyes darted around: "This gentleman is probably mistaken. I am a guest of the Prince of Yan's mansion. I usually abide by the law and have not done anything wrong."
"Don't try to intimidate me with the Prince of Yan." Zu An glanced at him indifferently, his sharp gaze making Zu An's eyes sting.
Mr. Huo's heart skipped a beat; the man before him was truly unfathomable. "I wonder what this gentleman wishes to ask? I... I will certainly answer to the best of my knowledge."
Zuan smiled and said, "I still prefer your unruly attitude from just now."
Mr. Huo quickly smiled apologetically: "How could I dare to be unruly in front of an adult?"
"How exactly did the seventh-ranked gold medalist die?" Zuan suddenly asked.
Mr. Huo was taken aback at first, then his expression changed slightly, and he said, "I'm curious too. In fact, it's not just me, even the Prince is curious and has been investigating how the seventh-ranked Gold Medalist died."
Zu An's face darkened: "It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin."
Mr. Huo hurriedly said, "Sir, I really didn't lie to you."
“If you don’t talk, I’ll use torture,” Zu’an said coldly.
"What do you want me to say?" Mr. Huo was on the verge of tears, while secretly glancing around, clearly feeling that there were no torture instruments in this environment.
Without wasting words, Zaun directly used a trial card on him.
The knife that stabs you in the back isn't necessarily a weapon; heart-wrenching cries aren't always signs of pain; the burdens you carry aren't always responsibilities; and the lessons you take in your mouth aren't always lessons learned! This works on males by having them project the perspective of a wronged female, making them shout "Iku Iku!" Ineffective for those without sexual experience…
The embroidered-robed envoys were more professional in their interrogation, but there was no time to go back at this point, and there was no guarantee that the Prince of Yan might have planted spies there.
As for the old man, he deserved it. He had that peculiar fetish, so let him experience what it's like to be bullied.
"Ah!" Mr. Huo screamed in agony. In his mind, several burly men suddenly appeared, one by one holding down his hands and pulling down his pants...
"One warehouse, one warehouse!"
Before long, Mr. Huo on the ground began to tremble all over, uttering various incomprehensible words.
Zuan was stunned. This guy is so inexperienced? He's already done *that* so quickly?
So he withdrew his skills and looked at the old man curled up on the ground: "Can you speak now?"
Mr. Huo tremblingly touched his buttocks, then quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been burned, his face flushing abnormally: "Sir, I really didn't lie to you."
Zuan's expression darkened: "Looks like you haven't had enough yet."
So I activated the trial card again.
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