American Comics: BOSS Invasion

This was Qi Shan's method: simple, crude, but effective.

As long as he had a few yamen runners who listened to his commands, things would be much easier. No matter how long Qi Shan interrogated, how many people he questioned, or how many methods he used, in the eyes of others, the interrogation hadn't even started. Qi Shan simply glanced at everyone and immediately identified the main culprit.

The previous few cases were the same. Because the investigation process was too miraculous, and coupled with the strange rumors Qi Shan had consciously spread in recent years, he earned the nickname 'Immortal Child'.

He could restart anytime within three minutes.

Even when beaten, Liu Laoshi remained silent. If Qi Shan couldn't clearly sense his life force, he would have thought he was a corpse.

The most suspicious person was naturally the one whose eyes were darting around. This kid was called Xin Zuoli, a strange name that felt completely different from everyone else's style.

However, in order to obtain more information, Qi Shan didn't choose to interrogate him directly, but instead kept tormenting the others, gradually gathering more clues.

Liu Laoshi was truly a ruthless man, having been beaten unconscious two or three times, yet he didn't say a word.

It seemed this matter was definitely related to him, otherwise he wouldn't have gritted his teeth to this extent.

Qi Shan raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and time returned to three minutes before.

In this official-dominated society, people were extremely awed by the county magistrate. No matter who came to the court, they would inevitably feel inferior and lose their composure. But this man surnamed Xin was not like that.

He actually dared to argue his case. You must know that this wasn't a TV drama. The court was a place for trials, and the presiding officer was the county magistrate. How could a prisoner speak as he pleased? Opening his mouth without the magistrate's permission would inevitably result in a charge of 'roaring at the court,' and dozens of strokes of the bamboo would be unavoidable.

This kid was really abnormal.

Qi Shan smiled and said, "Why are we looking for you? Isn't it obvious? You know it in your heart, and I understand it in mine. Why make a scene in public?

Let's just drag you to the side and interrogate you thoroughly. We can be more unrestrained when we operate. After all, you're a grown man. It wouldn't look good on your face to be beaten to a pulp in front of everyone!"

After saying that, without waiting for the kid to speak again, Qi Shan directly raised his hand.

Several yamen runners rushed up like wolves and tigers, grabbed Xin Zuoli, and dragged him to the side room. It had already been set up as an interrogation room, with various instruments of torture hanging on the wall, and a charcoal fire burning in the center, its light swirling around.

The shadow of the cross was projected onto the wall, swaying left and right with the flickering firelight, making it look very eerie.

The yamen runners tied him to the cross. Qi Shan turned to nod at Magistrate Ma, then said to the escort officer surnamed Du, "Please wait a moment, sir!"

After saying that, regardless of Du Mingze's reaction, he directly stepped into the interrogation room.

The remaining soldiers outside were still kneeling on the ground, each of them somewhat frightened as they secretly glanced at the figures moving in the side room, all feeling a little numb in their scalps.

Qi Shan deliberately didn't close the door and sat directly on a small stool against the wall. Immediately, a yamen runner brought him tea.

"Little Master, please have some tea!"

Qi Shan smiled, looked up at the yamen runner, and said, "Brother Li, aren't you being too polite? I'm already a regular here. I've been here at least three times this month. No need to be so courteous. Let's get down to business first!"

The yamen runner smiled and nodded. His usually sunny smile suddenly became a bit more bloodthirsty under the firelight. He twisted his neck and took off the coat that was suppressing his body, revealing a scarred, muscular upper body.

The other yamen runners prepared on the side. It was clear that they had cooperated with each other before, with a clear division of labor and order in their busyness.

Xin Zuoli felt a burst of panic and struggled, shouting, "You are abusing your power! Why are you targeting me? There were more than a dozen people there last night! They all saw it!"

Qi Shan shook his head slightly. "I respect you as a man, but this is meaningless! Actually, my request is very simple. Just tell me everything you know, and that's it, isn't it? Why bother suffering some physical pain?"

Qi Shan paused for a moment, and when he saw that the kid wasn't listening and was still shouting, he chuckled and turned his head to say, "Brother Li, give him the full treatment! We're not in a hurry, slow work yields fine results!"

"Alright, Little Master, just watch! My skills were brought out from the Provincial Judge's Office. I haven't used them for more than ten years. If it weren't for you, Little Master, my skills would have long been wasted.

To be honest, I really enjoyed it the last two times and stirred up my addiction of many years. I've been feeling uncomfortable all over these past few days, with strength but nowhere to use it. This is really like getting a pillow when you're sleepy, a joyous surprise!"

Brother Li curled his lips upward, making his fair face even more sinister, and the entire interrogation room had a strange feeling. After saying these words, he couldn't wait to grab a long whip, stroking the barbs on it and smiling, "This brother, I hope you can last a little longer. My addiction is very big. When you scream later, be sure to protect your tongue. I don't want you to be unable to speak when I need you to talk later.

Don't worry, don't get excited, let me give you a brief introduction first. This whip was made by my master decades ago, specially finding a black-patterned snake, only taking the three inches of black pattern on the snake skin. Hundreds of black-patterned snake skins were gathered together to create this whip."

Brother Li chuckled, looking at the other party's uncertain eyes and said, "This is a good thing, and now there's nowhere to find it. The black-patterned snake has a characteristic: once it encounters danger, the black patterns on the back of its neck will stand up directly. These are delicate and sharp barbs.

My whip is made of hundreds of black-patterned snake skins. It's usually smooth, but once you whip it with force, the barbs will stand up by themselves. One whip will tear your skin and flesh, and blood will flow.

Don't worry, don't get excited, let you experience it now!"

Brother Li grinned and swung the whip, whipping it down hard.

Smack!

"Ah!" Xin Zuoli screamed loudly, his eyes as wide as ping pong balls, almost falling out of their sockets. The clothes on his chest were directly torn apart, and there was a thick blood line on his chest, surrounded by dense, tiny wounds.

The whole person trembled in pain!