Fairy, would you like to be my lackey?

Chapter 18: What are the methods of an orthodox villain? (Please follow up and read!)
Looking at the completely incapacitated assassin, Su Jiming could not help but sigh.

Su Jiming thought about many possibilities, but he never expected that the other party would actually send someone to assassinate him.

This made him realize that the forces hiding in the dark might be more lawless than he imagined.

Of course, this is a good thing in a sense
There is no reason not to accept the handle that is delivered to the door.

He had to make good use of this opportunity and get as much information from the assassin as possible.

Facing a force that is completely hidden in the dark, it is somewhat stressful.

In the elegant study room, Yu Lingzhu looked at Su Jiming who was calmly drinking his tea in front of him, and a trace of distress flashed in his eyes.

This is the tea that she spends a lot of money to save face, and she is willing to take it out every time a big client comes to listen to Yuge to buy information.

As a result, this wealthy businessman showed off his two taels of tea leaves as soon as he arrived. It was true that a man who was full did not know what he was hungry for.

While she was distressed to see her precious tea being wasted by this person, she said angrily:
"Why did the prince come to see me?"

"Come and ask Miss Yu to help me find someone."

--I knew it.

Yu Lingzhu didn't care, she had already guessed the other party's intention, and said:
"Your Majesty, please tell me. If you are from Bianzhou, you should be included in my Tingyuge information library."

Hearing this, Su Jiming handed the assassin's portrait to the other party.

"Wait a minute, I'll look for the file first."

After collecting the portrait, Yu Lingzhu started rummaging through the pile of files.

After a long time, Yu Lingzhu got up from the pile of files, holding a stack of papers in his hand, looked at Su Jiming and said:
"I found it. I'm lucky. He's really a native of Bianzhou."

"Oh?"

Su Jiming's eyes flashed with surprise, and he quickly took over the information in Yu Lingzhu's hands and began to browse it carefully.

As Yu Lingzhu said, the assassin's name was Wu Yong, a native of Bianzhou, and a fourth-level martial artist in Jianghu. It is said that some time ago, some time ago, he encountered some chance and was promoted to the fifth level.

Although this Wu Yong is a martial artist in the fourth realm, he did not do any work to protect the home of a wealthy businessman, but has been doing errands for others. The reason is that he has a younger brother who is sick and the treatment costs It was very expensive and he could only run for money.

There was a faint guess in Su Jiming's heart.

He put away the stack of papers and said with a smile:
"Miss Yu, you have been of great help."

"Uh-huh." Yu Lingzhu was noncommittal.

"Then I'll take my leave first. Next time I visit, I'll bring some pastries to Miss Yu as a thank you."

Hearing this, Miss Fox twitched her ears and pretended not to care:
"The son has a heart."

He didn't notice that the other party slipped the unfinished tea into his purse.

It wasn't until the other party got up and left without looking back that Yu Lingzhu realized that the tea cakes on the table had been swept away.

It took her a long time to react, and the fox's tail stood up in anger.

"My tea!!"

After getting the assassin's information from Yu Lingzhu, Su Jiming had already guessed the whole story.

If the other party is a native of Bianzhou, there is a high probability that they are not members of that dark force, but some kind of employment relationship.

This also means that the information he can obtain from the other party is extremely limited.

But it's better than nothing, it's better than a black eye and no clues at all.

Su Jiming thought so, and slowly walked into the dungeon where the assassin was imprisoned.

Inside a dark dungeon.

Wu Yong's hands were handcuffed on the wall, and there was a self-deprecating smile on his lips. The person sitting in front of him was the target of his recent assassination.

The eldest son of the Duke's Mansion, Su Jiming.

In fact, he had given up hope of living long before he did this.

The person who entrusted him told him that as long as he could kill the prince of the Duke's mansion, his younger brother could be cured and kept safe.

I thought I could hurt the opponent to some extent, but in the end, I fell into the trap that the opponent had ambushed in advance, and I didn't even touch a single hair of the opponent.

In the end, even he was captured alive and fell into such an embarrassing situation.

Fortunately, his brother should have been picked up by someone, so his sacrifice was not completely in vain.

"Wu Yong, right?"

"."

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in Wu Yong's eyes.

But he remained silent.

Wu Yong knew very well that the other party wanted to torture him to find out the real culprit behind the scenes.

But he can't say, because it concerns his brother's safety.

If the other party retaliates, the organization behind the scenes will soon understand that it was him who turned the tip on, which is likely to endanger his younger brother.

So he decided early on that no matter what the other party did, he would not speak.

Seeing Wu Yong's appearance, Su Jiming seemed to have expected it.

He sighed and said:
"Wu Tian, ​​it's your younger brother, right?"

Wu Yong's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he heard the man in front of him say:
"You think they will protect your brother. In fact, you are just a chess piece that can be thrown away after use."

Hearing this, Wu Yong raised his head violently and stared at the man in front of him.

Then he heard the other party sneer:
"Don't look at me like this. Think about it for yourself. During the time when you were planning to assassinate me, did you ever look at your brother?"

Hearing this, Wu Yong seemed to have thought of something, and his heart was shocked.

Seeing the other party's attitude, Su Jiming's sneer became even stronger and he said:
"They don't care about the deal with you at all. You will definitely die on this trip anyway, so who would care about a promise made with a dying person?"

After a long silence, he squeezed out a few words from his throat:

"How do you prove it?"

As if waiting for his words, Su Jiming took out something and threw it in front of him.

It was a severed finger, with some blood still remaining on it.

"Are you familiar with the smell up there?"

In the darkness, it took Wu Yong a long time to see the object thrown by the other party clearly. Feeling the familiar atmosphere above, a bad premonition emerged in his heart.

"you"

"This is your brother's finger."

As if to confirm his conjecture, Su Jiming spoke slowly.

— jingle bells
The chain behind him was dragged vigorously by him. Wu Yong's eyes were tearing when he heard this, and he roared:
"No, it's impossible, how can you-"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Su Jiming.

"Nothing is impossible."

With some pity in his eyes, he said:
"In the next twelve hours, I will cut off his fingers and toes one by one, and use steel needles to pierce his skin."

"They didn't give you a chance, I'll give it to you."

"Of course, is it a complete meeting, or a little bit of meeting."

"It depends on your next answer."

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