Reincarnation: I Have Always Been Rich

Chen Meng'er had expected it. Dr. Lin's assistant was really a death warrior sent by the other party.

When Skinny interrogated the assistant and was about to use torture to pry open his mouth, he actually was going to break the poison tabs hidden in the gaps between his teeth. Fortunately, Chen Meng'er had told Skinny to be careful.

Just as the assistant was about to break the poison tabs hidden in the gaps between his teeth, Skinny noticed it. Skinny grabbed the assistant's chin and did not let him swallow the poison. "You want to die? Then you have to ask me if I'm willing to kill you," Skinny said fiercely while pinching the assistant's chin.

When the assistant saw that he couldn't commit suicide, the light in his eyes dimmed. The assistant closed his dark eyes, prepared to fight to the end, but he didn't speak.

"What? You don't want to say anything? Fine, I want to see how long you can last. Come, bring me all the torture instruments. I want to give him a taste of what we're made of." Skinny was full of anger.

Skinny was very busy. He tortured the death warrior immensely, and many of the torture instruments that were about to rust were used by Skinny. If anyone walked past the small room, they would hear the screams that were comparable to the wails banshees. However, the death warrior kept his mouth shut and didn't speak at all.

"Hall Master Skinny, what should we do? I don't think he is going to speak." A small man, who was the one who handed the instruments of torture to Skinny, whispered into Skinny's ear as he saw the instruments of torture on the ground being picked up one by one.

Skinny's anger finally subsided when he saw the death warrior being tortured until he was only half alive. In fact, when he knew that he was a death warrior, Skinny already knew that torture was useless. If a death warrior was so weak, he couldn't be called a death warrior. Therefore, Skinny was already prepared. "If he doesn't speak, I have a way to make him speak." As he spoke, Skinny bared his teeth and revealed a sinister smile. "Bring me the thing that I told you to get from Little Miss."

"Okay, Hall Master Skinny, here." Another man with a deep scar on his face carefully took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket. It was as if he was holding a fragile treasure.

The death warrior, who was lying on the ground with only half of his life left, had a trace of fear in his eyes when he saw the porcelain bottle in Skinny's hand. When they were training, their coach showed them this small porcelain bottle. He also reminded them that this small porcelain bottle was unique to the Little Miss of the Green Gang, and the thing inside it was poison that they couldn't dodge in time.

The death warrior didn't know what medicine was in the small porcelain bottle in Skinny's hand, but no matter what kind of medicine it was, his body couldn't help but shiver.

Skinny saw the reaction of the death warrior. Skinny smiled and walked to the death warrior lying on the ground. He half-squatted down and looked down at the death warrior, "What? Are you afraid now? Are you going to give us an explanation? But it's too late for you to speak now. Besides, I might not believe what you say. So, it's better to use our Little Miss's pills."