The First Tyrant of Daxia

After standing there for about a quarter of an hour, Qin Yun turned around and left without saying a word, and Liu Wanshi followed closely behind.

Michelle was completely confused. Looking at the two men's backs, she had no idea what they were doing there.

Then, Qin Yun took Liu Wanshi to the place where the middle-aged man was imprisoned.

However, Qin Yun now had a different face, with a cold expression and a dignified look, and his whole body was filled with the temperament of a superior.

He sat down on the chair that had been prepared in advance and had someone bring him a long knife.

"You, what do you want to do?"

The middle-aged man trembled, a look of panic appeared on his face, and he subconsciously shrank back.

laugh!

Qin Yun suddenly drew his sword and thrust it fiercely into the soil. The sword shook slightly, emitting an intimidating cold light.

"Michelle has explained everything. I am here to verify it with you now."

Qin Yun's voice was cold, without any emotion in his eyes. He looked at the middle-aged man as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Next, I'll ask you questions and you'll answer them. If any of your answers are different from Michelle's, I'll chop off one of your fingers."

"If you've chopped off your fingers, then your toes, and then your teeth, limbs, and internal organs!"

As he spoke, Qin Yun grinned, his smile full of cruelty.

"I just don't know if you have enough parts..."

Listening to Qin Yun's description, cruel scenes emerged in the middle-aged man's mind, each of which was extremely horrifying. His face became paler and paler, and he looked at Qin Yun with horror.

"You, you can't do this, you can't..."

Qin Yun ignored him and asked directly, "Is that little guy from the Ptolemy royal family?"

"I, I... he is not!" the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "We are from Lord Jerome's house, and he is only Lord Jerome's family member!"

"Ok?"

Qin Yun's face darkened, and he raised his sword and swung it down.

boom!

In an instant, blood splattered!

"what!"

The middle-aged man immediately wailed, fell to the ground covering his hand, blood gushed out from his palm, staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

However, Qin Yun scratched his ears and said boredly, "Stop shouting. It hasn't been chopped off yet."

"what?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then he looked down and found that his ten fingers were still intact in their original positions.

There was just a bloody wound deep enough to see the bone on the palm of his hand, and waves of piercing pain were rising.

"This is a chance for you. If you are still unwilling to cooperate, don't blame me for being ruthless." Qin Yun sneered and swung his long sword twice. The blood on the sword just splashed in front of the middle-aged man.

Gulu...

The middle-aged man's throat rolled, and he sat back in his chair, and said in a trembling voice: "You, what do you want to confront?"

Seeing his reaction, Qin Yun nodded with satisfaction.

This method of separate interrogation and taking advantage of the trust between people to obtain intelligence was something he learned from watching TV in his previous life.

At that time, I thought that this method was useless. After all, all I had to do was hold on tightly and not let go.

But when you actually use it, you will find that it is not the case at all.

Separate interrogations will increase suspicion between people. If you tell some lies and threaten with force, you can easily break down a person's psychological defenses.

Moreover, Qin Yun chose this middle-aged man because he saw that Michelle was the center of these people, and it would probably take a lot of effort to pry her mouth open.

Most other people don’t have their own opinions or say, so it will be easier to break through.

As it turned out, I didn't even have to put in any effort. I just scared the middle-aged man twice and he gave in.

"That child is indeed a royal family, and we are not Lord Jerome's family. In fact... we are all members of the royal family."

The middle-aged man spoke timidly with fear on his face.

"I am the palace's housekeeper, and Michelle is a personal maid who is responsible for taking care of my daily life. Although her position is not as high as mine, her status is higher than mine."

These were all consistent with Qin Yun's guess, but he was more concerned about another thing.

"This little guy is from the royal family, but why did you take him away? And that Lord Kasim even dared to send people to hunt you down?"

The middle-aged man didn't want to answer, but when he saw Qin Yun holding the hilt again, he hurriedly said, "Yes, because, because His Majesty the King is now seriously ill and is completely unable to preside over government affairs. The most powerful person in the court right now is Lord Kasim!"

"Powerful official?" Qin Yun frowned. "What does that have to do with hunting you down?"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and struggled in his heart, not knowing whether he should tell the answer to this question.

Seeing this, Qin Yun's face darkened completely, and he drew out his long sword with a bang: "You have delayed me for too much time."

After saying that, he stepped forward and held the middle-aged man's wrist, not giving him a chance to speak, and swung his knife to chop off his entire palm!

For Qin Yun, this was not a difficult thing.

"No, don't! Don't!"

The middle-aged man was terrified and struggled excitedly, but he couldn't get free at all.

At this moment, a childish voice suddenly came from behind.

"Your Excellency, please stop. I am willing to tell you everything."

boom!

At the critical moment, the long knife chopped down the table hard, almost splitting the whole table in half!

Qin Yun let go of his hand, and the middle-aged man was so scared that he rolled and crawled to the corner, trembling all over.

Originally, he was just an internal affairs manager and had never seen weapons. After being threatened by Qin Yun one after another, his mind had already collapsed.

"It's you?"

Qin Yun saw the little boy behind him and couldn't help but frowned: "Who brought him here?"

"It's me." Zhu Rong came out and said in a deep voice, "He said he was willing to confess everything, so I brought him here."

"Is that so?" Qin Yun stopped paying attention to the middle-aged man and strode to the little boy. He looked down at him with an interested look on his face. "You actually came to me on your own initiative? Is this the precocity of the royal family?"

"No, I just don't want those who protect me to get hurt." The little boy's voice was still a little childish.

"Yes, as a royal family, you should have this sense of responsibility." Qin Yun praised, "How old are you?"

"I'm fourteen years old," the little boy replied.

"Fourteen years old! Are you royals malnourished?" Qin Yun squatted down and looked him up and down. "You're only this tall at fourteen? The average height of men in the Ptolemaic Dynasty doesn't seem to be very good!"

"Sorry, I want to correct something." The little boy said calmly without any fear, "Actually, I'm not a boy, I'm a girl."