Princess Against the World

"Do you really think that Young Master Ben likes to smell your stinky feet?! If it wasn't for the third young master's order, Master Ben wouldn't be bothered to listen to you howling..."

He replaced the feather with his left hand, and leisurely unfolded the pen and paper with his right hand, dipping it in thick ink.

"Who is your last name, how old is this year, where do you live, who is in your family, how many acres of land you have, how many acres per person... Tell me!!!"

Jiao Guanshi's soles were itchy, crying and laughing, almost collapsed.

"Ancestor!! How many times have you asked this question? Why are you still asking..."

Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes in displeasure: "I don't like to ask questions repeatedly!! Stop talking nonsense, talk about it!"

When Third Young Master Ling brought him here, he specifically ordered that no matter what method he used, he had to pry open his mouth and take out everything that could be taken out.

She also specifically explained.

For treacherous people like Jiao Guanshi, fatigue tactics should be used.

That is to say, you have to ask the same question over and over again, so as to find loopholes in his answer.

This is a great interrogation tool to prevent the other party from lying.

Jiao Guanshi was so scratched that he wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself.

This is really itchy!

No way, he could only cry and laugh while answering the question that he said N times.

Feng Chenglin scratched the soles of his feet with his left hand and wrote with his right hand. He was somewhat uncoordinated and wrote very slowly.

He was doing two things at once, when he suddenly noticed that someone was blocking the light behind him, and he choked out in displeasure.

"Let's turn on the light, didn't you see that this young master is busy writing!?"

"Fatty man, are you trying to extract a confession? Or are you playing a bonded SM game with him?! You even use feathers... why don't you use hair?!"

Feng Chenglin jumped up like a needle pricking his butt: "Third Young Master..."

He doesn't seem to have done anything wrong!

Didn't she teach all of this!

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes sideways and pushed him aside.

"Learn a bit, when dealing with this kind of person, he won't be honest if he doesn't see blood...Xiao You!"

Xiao You came in with a black face from outside the door, holding a cracked porcelain basin in his left hand and a rusty machete in his right hand.

Feng Chenglin looked confused: "What is this going to do?!"

Like a pig butcher, Xiao You threw down the things in his hands, rolling up his sleeves with a black face.

"White knife goes in! Red knife goes out!!!"

Jiao Guanshi: "..."

What does this mean? !

Didn't you have tossed and tossed for several rounds just now?

Why is this still coming? !

Feng Chenglin picked up the rusty machete and gestured a few times at Guanshi Jiao.

"With such a blunt knife, how many strokes does it take to cut open his stomach..."

Jiao Guanshi stretched his neck and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, completely collapsed.

"I beg you, you kindly reward me with a knife, just kill me... Don't slow down the blunt knife, saw me to death little by little... I am afraid of pain..."

Ling Luoyu rolled her eyes: "It's a joke! If you're not afraid of pain, I'll play other games with you..."

She grabbed a few pieces of paper recorded by Feng Chenglin, flipped through them casually, and flung them to the fat man unhappily.

"I've been recording for a long time, so I just talk about trivial matters! Xiao You, you are in charge, and the fat man is in charge of the writing! If he dares to have the slightest tendency to lie, you're welcome, you can pierce whatever you want, chop whatever you want..."

Xiao You looked at the rusty knife in his hand with a sinister smile, and smiled wickedly.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you with one blow..."

Jiao Guanshi has the heart to admit that the thief is his father.

Cutting flesh with a slow knife is better than killing him with one knife!