The Japanese pirates were clearly an uncivilized people.
They don't understand profound principles; they only understand physics.
Just like animals, they only understand what you're saying when they're being beaten.
Therefore, Li Chang'an chose to explain physics to Genmoto Ichiro while also reasoning with him.
"He who kills will be killed by others!"
"What I'm doing now is simply repeating the crimes you committed in Fujian."
"How dare you call me an executioner?"
How could you praise me as a butcher?
"If you praise me like that, I'll become arrogant!"
Li Chang'an sat in a chair, surrounded by fine wine and food.
Ichiro was tied to a wooden stake and skinned. His cooked skin could be peeled off with just a gentle lift.
His agonizing screams drew cheers from countless soldiers from Fujian.
To make things go more smoothly for Chen Dabapi, Li Chang'an even took out the Hell Lamp and illuminated Genmoto Ichiro's body.
Inside the lamplight, the souls of Dekang Muchuan and the other Japanese pirates were wailing incessantly.
Seeing this scene of hell on earth, Ke Shouliang's appetite was whetted, and he ate two extra bowls of rice.
That was absolutely awesome!
Although he couldn't take revenge himself, he still felt a sense of satisfaction seeing his enemy suffer so much.
After all, if he were to come, the most he could do would be to kill these Japanese pirates with a single blow.
However, only by handing them over to Prince Chen Da could these Japanese pirates enjoy a form of artistic torture.
Ke Shouliang translated Li Chang'an's words word by word and told them to Genmoto Ichiro.
This old Japanese pirate is no longer so stubborn; he now only regrets not dying sooner.
Why live so long and endure this kind of suffering?
"I was wrong, I was wrong, please, please let me go."
Ichiro Nemoto began to beg for mercy. Just because he liked to torture others didn't mean he liked to be tortured.
When Chen Da's instruments of torture were placed on him, he knew he had made a mistake.
Upon hearing his words, Ke Shouliang began to translate.
"Your Highness, he called you a beast and said that skinning you alive is nothing compared to the cruel punishment he's in, and he hopes you can be even more ruthless."
Li Chang'an looked at Ke Shouliang, who had a serious expression, and felt a little puzzled.
He sensed something was wrong; the old Japanese soldier seemed to be begging for mercy.
Are you sure? That's what he meant?
"That's right, Your Highness, how could I dare to lie to you?"
Ke Shouliang raised his hand and swore an oath to heaven.
"If you tell even one lie, you'll die a horrible death!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than several bolts of lightning struck him from the sky.
Upon hearing Ke Shouliang's oath, Li Chang'an nodded in confusion and ordered Chen Da to continue the execution.
He wanted to see just how stubborn this old Japanese devil really was.
Then Ichiro kept begging for mercy.
"Please spare me, I'm willing to help you attack the Sky Locusts, please."
"Give me a quick death, please, give me a quick death."
"I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, I will never do it again."
Upon hearing his pleas for mercy, Ke Shouliang continuously translated them for Li Chang'an.
"Your Highness, he said it wasn't satisfying enough, and he also said he was very brave."
"He also called you a piece of trash, and said that Tianhuang would avenge him."
"General Chen, this old Japanese pirate says you went too lightly and asked if you haven't eaten."
"General Chen, he asked you if you have any other tricks up your sleeve. These don't hurt at all. He wants you to use all your tricks to deal with him."
Ke Shouliang kept fanning the flames, which angered Li Chang'an so much that he ordered Chen Da to bring out all the instruments of torture and use them on Genmoto Ichiro again and again.
The torture lasted from afternoon until late at night before Ichiro finally breathed his last.
There was no intact part of his body left; his eyes were filled with silver needles, and all his fingernails had been pulled out.
The skin on his body was peeled off layer by layer, and his bones were ground into powder bit by bit.
The lower body had been burned to charcoal, and the upper body was no longer a complete human form.
If he hadn't been highly skilled in martial arts, he wouldn't have survived until now.
Seeing that Genmoto Ichiro had completely died, Li Chang'an put his soul into the Hell Lamp, then yawned and went back to sleep.
As Chen Da prepared to pack up the torture instruments, the more he thought about what had just happened, the more uneasy he felt.
Towards the end, this old Japanese pirate was too weak to speak at all, so why was that bastard Ke Shouliang still translating?
He looked at Ke Shouliang, who was whipping the corpse, and asked a question.
"Captain Ke, when you swore you would die a horrible death, who were you referring to as dying a horrible death?"
Upon hearing this, Ke Shouliang stopped awkwardly.
He put his arm around Chen Da's shoulder and began to speak.
"General Chen, don't worry about that. Anyway, the Prince seems to be enjoying it."
"As for who will die a horrible death, is that even a question?"
Ke Shouliang gestured towards Genmoto Ichiro's corpse with his lip, in an extremely good mood.
Now, in his eyes, Chen Da is his best brother.
He thoroughly enjoyed watching those punishments.
If Chen Da hadn't been a trusted confidant of Li Chang'an, Ke Shouliang would have wanted to recruit him.
Hearing this, Chen Da shook his head; the bloody scene he had just witnessed left him feeling exhausted.
He's been killing people these past few days, which has caused him to have strange dreams at night.
Sometimes he wondered if he would go to hell after his men died, given how much blood he had spilled on them.
After putting away the torture instruments, Chen Daye dragged his tired body back to his tent to sleep.
His tent was very simple, just a bed and a table.
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