Chapter 595 He confessed everything!



He never uttered any harsh words or made any threats.

But it is precisely this calm and collected demeanor that sends a chill down one's spine.

"Please... spare my life."

Wang Lang's mental defenses crumbled instantly, and he forced a hoarse voice to say, "Please, please stop stabbing me. I'll tell you... I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

He wept bitterly, like a helpless child.

"Then tell me."

Lin Fan slowly and methodically removed the gold needles that had been inserted earlier.

Disinfect carefully with alcohol wipes.

"Huff, huff..."

Wang Lang gasped for breath with his mouth wide open.

He clearly felt as if he had just walked through hell and experienced all kinds of torture.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Lin Fan.

This guy is insane! A psychopath! A vengeful ghost!!

"Are you deliberately trying to catch your breath?"

Lin Fan frowned and took out the golden needles again.

"Zhang Cheng! It's Zhang Cheng!"

Wang Lang was so shocked by the needle prick that he was in shock.

I don't know where the strength came from, but I suddenly pulled back.

"Zhang Cheng?"

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, searching his memory.

He suddenly remembered that the guy next to Zang Tianyu was Zhang Cheng!

"You'd better be honest and tell me what you know."

"Otherwise... it's hard to guarantee that I can control the force when I give the next acupuncture."

Lin Fan stared straight at Wang Lang.

No amount of averted glances could escape his keen eyes!

"No! Absolutely not!"

Wang Lang was so frightened that he shook his head violently. "Zhang Cheng gave me three million to find a chance to get rid of you."

"It's just that my skills are not good enough, so I failed the task."

"Where does he live now?"

Lin Fan asked expressionlessly.

"He should be at the Jingwu Martial Arts School at No. 28 Jianghuai West Road."

“When he has nothing to do, he likes to gather here with his fellow disciples to practice and exchange skills.”

Wang Lang answered very quickly.

I was afraid that if I spoke too slowly, I would be tormented by the needles again.

He'd rather be shot than get a needle prick!

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