Three Kingdoms: Ten Times Speed, Diao Chan Says I'm Too Fast

"what....."

"what....."

A heart-wrenching roar echoed throughout the dungeon.

Liu Baitu was holding a small knife that looked like a scalpel, and he was squatting under a Hun man.

With remarkable skill, he used only three cuts to gently pry out the Hun's kneecap.

The pain caused the Hun's expression to contort.

Duan Yu spent a very long time training Liu Baitu in the structure of the human body, including muscles, bones, and blood vessels.

Liu Baitu seemed to be born for this line of work.

They learn these things very quickly.

At this moment, Liu Baitu's expression was very indifferent.

I felt no guilt whatsoever.

The Xiongnu, Xianbei, and Tuge, though they are now outwardly subservient to the Han Dynasty.

However, the Xiongnu raided the border almost every year.

The Han Dynasty lasted for four hundred years.

Countless Han Chinese sons and daughters died at the hands of these foreigners, their blood spilled over four hundred years.

For the Xiongnu, Xianbei, and other foreign tribes, the people living on the border were sworn enemies.

After Liu Baitu placed a complete kneecap on the table behind him, he looked up and glanced at Duan Yu, who was sitting not far away.

Duan Yu nodded approvingly.

Upon seeing Duan Yu's gaze, Liu Baitu's usually indifferent expression finally softened with a shy smile.

However, to Jia Xu, that smile looked rather eerie.

Jia Xu turned slightly to the side, avoiding looking at the horrific scene.

Liu Baitu turned around again, as if selecting prey, scanning the faces of the many Xiongnu people one by one.

Whenever Liu Baitu's gaze fell upon a Xiongnu person, that Xiongnu person would invariably show a look of terror.

Liu Baitu, who was not in a hurry to make a move, crossed his arms and rested his chin on his other hand, as if he was thinking.

Torture is just one of the methods used in extracting confessions.

In the face of life and death, pain is not the best way to break down the other person's psychological defenses.

Fear and stress are the real culprits!

A clever hunter will patiently follow a group of prey.

Then select from them and wait for the weakest one to reveal a weakness.

Then strike again, killing him instantly.

This was taught to him by Duan Yu.

Liu Baitu was well-versed in this principle.

His gaze swept back and forth between each of the Xiongnu people.

After observing for about a minute or two, he turned around and picked up the knife again.

Then he strode toward one of the slightly thin Huns.

"Just you."

Holding a knife, Liu Baitu walked up to the Xiongnu man and then reached out and pinched the man's body twice.

The Huns, who had just witnessed their companions having their kneecaps cut off while they were still alive, immediately stared wide-eyed in horror.

"No....."

"don't want....."

"Don't....."

The terrified Huns uttered Chinese characters.

Oh?

Liu Baitu raised an eyebrow and narrowed his long, narrow eyes.

Just as the Xiongnu people were begging for mercy in Chinese.

The expressions of the Xiongnu people beside him immediately changed.

Then he shouted loudly in the Xiongnu language.

The Xiongnu people in front of Liu Baitu immediately lowered their heads.

"It's okay, you can tell me in a very soft voice."

“They will never hear us,” Liu Baitu said.

Before the Xiongnu man could reply, Liu Baitu leaned close to his ear.

The shouts of the surrounding Xiongnu people grew even louder.

Liu Baitu, who was standing next to the Xiongnu man, nodded slightly.

After only a few breaths, Liu Baitu straightened up, then took the small knife in his hand and walked back to the table behind him, where he casually picked up a pair of pliers.

Then they came to a bald Hun next to the Hun who had just spoken Chinese.

The sharp knife in his hand quickly pierced into the bald Hun's shoulder blade.

"what!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out from the bald-headed Hun.

Liu Baitu acted swiftly, plunging the pliers in his other hand directly into the bald Hun's open mouth.

Then he used pliers to pinch the tongue inside.

Then he quickly pulled out the knife stuck in the scapula.

Swish!

The blade, reflecting the firelight, fell.

The bald-headed Hun's tongue was cut off by Liu Baitu with a single stroke.

"Woo~"

"Ah~"

The bald-headed Hun cried out, blood flowing from his mouth.

"If you don't want to talk, then don't talk at all in this life. Keeping your tongue is useless."

Liu Baitu turned around and, as if holding a trophy, placed the freshly cut tongue on the table behind him.

They were arranged in a row with the kneecaps.

When Liu Baitu turned around, the light in his eyes seemed to be one of excitement.

"I hope you can persevere a little longer so that I can do all the experiments I've learned at once."

Liu Baitu raised his hand and said softly.

His voice was gentle, as if he were a shy young man.

But the flickering firelight by the wall shone on Liu Baitu's pale face, making him look exceptionally terrifying.

When Liu Baitu once again gripped the small knife in his hand and approached the Xiongnu people.

The Xiongnu's psychological defenses were broken.

These Huns may have been brave and skilled in battle, fearless on the battlefield.

But the situation at this time is completely different from fighting on the battlefield.

The young Xiongnu nobleman was already pale with fright.

Even his trousers were soaked with dampness.

"I...I...I'll talk, I'll talk!"

"My name is Hu Chuquan!"

The Xiongnu nobleman shouted.

Liu Baitu's expression did not change when he heard those three words.

But Duan Yu, who was sitting not far behind, changed his expression when he heard the name Hu Chuquan.

Huchuquan.

Isn't that Qiangqu's son and Yufuluo's younger brother?

This was no ordinary Xiongnu noble.

This is the bloodline of the Chanyu (ruler) of the Xiongnu lineage.

As the son of the Chanyu, Huchuquan's trip to Jinyang, especially since he was after the Wang family, made it even less likely that he was there to sell furs.

A son of a Xiongnu Chanyu selling furs?

What a joke.

Hu Chuquan must have something more important to do here.

Duan Yu became increasingly convinced of his initial guess.

However, Duan Yu did not rush to show any expression.

Liu Baitu turned to Huchuquan.

"Huchu Spring?" Liu Baitu shook his head, indicating that he had never heard of it.

He then asked, "So, can you tell me why you've come?"

"I......"

Huchuquan gritted his teeth and said with a trembling body, "I am just a minor nobleman of a tribe. I admit that I killed someone. I just wanted to buy some smuggled salt. I can compensate you."

"I can compensate you, with cattle and sheep, with furs, whatever you want."

"But please don't hurt me or the warriors of my tribe!" Huchuquan said.

lie!

Duan Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

This guy is still too young; he's not the Xiongnu Chanyu he'll become.

First of all, Hu Chuquan lied about his identity.

Hu Chuquan had no idea that someone in the dungeon would know this name.

Suddenly, Huchuquan was the son of the current Chanyu of the Xiongnu.

But that doesn't mean everyone knows this name.

The Eastern Han Dynasty is not a later period; the internet is advanced, and communication channels are fast.

Even in later generations, if you randomly asked two people to name the other heads of state, they probably wouldn't be able to.

Not to mention the present era.

Let alone the Xiongnu Chanyu, or the Xiongnu Chanyu's son.

The emperor who sits on the dragon throne is someone most people don't know the name of.

The young Hu Chuquan never expected that his words would not only fail to deceive Duan Yu, but also Liu Baitu.

Still the same reason.

If they really just want to sell furs or want some smuggled salt...

Is it really necessary to endure this for so long?

The Han Dynasty had laws prohibiting the sale of salt and iron to the Xiongnu, Xianbei, and all surrounding nomadic peoples.

But this kind of thing is obviously impossible to stop.

There will always be profit-driven businessmen who will do this.

The Shanxi merchants of later generations are the best example.

Liu Baitu shook his head as he walked toward Hu Chuquan with the small knife in his hand.

"Clearly, you're not scared enough."

Liu Baitu said softly, "Fear cannot breed lies. I hope you can keep your mouth shut like this forever."

"This way I will have more time to experiment with what I have learned."

"Don't worry, I'm not worried that you won't tell the truth, because it's only a matter of time."

“I will not kill you all at once. I will heal your wounds and then start over from the old wounds.”

"Please trust me, trust my professionalism."

Liu Baitu smiled shyly: "Then, we can begin now."

As he spoke, Liu Baitu used the knife in his hand to cut open Hu Chuquan's sheepskin coat.

The next second, a terrified scream rang out.

.........

"Ugh~"

Jia Xu leaned against the wall outside the dungeon with one hand and rested his other hand on his knee.

Her already pale face now appeared even paler.

After gagging for a while, Jia Xu wiped his mouth with his sleeve and straightened up.

"They're simply... inhuman." Jia Xu glanced at the closed dungeon door behind him with lingering fear.

At this moment, screams could still be heard from inside the dungeon, though they had become much quieter.

Duan Yu pushed open the dungeon door and walked out with satisfaction.

Half an hour later.

He got the answer he wanted.

He taught Liu Baitu the most advanced methods of torture and forced confessions, which had evolved over two thousand years.

It was far more advanced than any whips, canes, or finger-pinching methods used in this era.

It's a double blow, not only physically but also psychologically.

Let alone untrained people, even well-trained agents might not be able to withstand it.

Therefore, these Xiongnu people, including Huchuquan, all confessed.

Duan Yu walked to Jia Xu's side and gently patted Jia Xu on the back.

"My lord, this is...where did you find this person?" Jia Xu said, still shaken. "He usually seems so shy, how come..."

Recalling what had just happened, Jia Xu couldn't help but shudder and shiver again.

Duan Yu smiled.

If Jia Xu knew that Liu Baitu had learned all these skills from him, I wonder what Jia Xu's expression would be.

"Everyone has their own special talent."

"It's just a matter of whether it can be developed."

"Even ordinary people have a place where they shine."

Jia Xu pondered Duan Yu's words.

Suddenly, it seemed like I understood something.

Just like when Duan Yu first met him, they made that bet.

Was it because Duan Yu saw the glowing spot on his body?

host?

What is the Lord?

A person skilled in planning is a strategist.

Those skilled in battle are called generals and soldiers.

Only those who are skilled at managing others can be masters.

Jia Xu understood.

Look at Tie Shitou, Wang Hunu, Chen Qing'an, and Liu Baitu.

The men were all just villagers from the countryside.

But now they are all making a name for themselves in their respective fields of expertise.

Although some people are talented.

But the reason for this was Duan Yu's discovery and trust.

A hand landed on his shoulder, and Jia Xu turned to look at Duan Yu.

"What do you think we should do now?" Duan Yu said.

Hu Chuquan has just confessed.

He did indeed come to Jinyang to smuggle salt.

Of course, this is just one of them.

Besides salt, it also contains iron.

Moreover, the person who facilitated their passage was none other than Wang Rou, the governor of Yanmen County.

Moreover, starting three years ago, Wang Rou not only used his position to transport prohibited items such as salt and iron to the Xiongnu, but also to the Xianbei.

This is no longer a simple business transaction; it's a political one.

What Wang Rou did can be called treason.

A fierce glint flashed in Jia Xu's eyes.

"Colluding with foreign races is an unforgivable crime!"

"My lord, with this, you can become famous throughout the land!"

Duan Yu narrowed his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

"It seems things are about to get turbulent in Bingzhou."

Behind them, the dungeon door opened.

Liu Baitu was holding a black package in his hand.

Bright red blood continued to drip from under the package.

"Brother Duan, may I take these back and study them?" Liu Baitu asked shyly, his head bowed.

“Uh…” Duan Yu nodded: “Okay.”

"Ugh~"

Jia Xu leaned against the wall and vomited again.

Duan Yu looked at it with a wry smile and shook his head.

It seems that Jia Xu isn't the right partner for Liu Baitu; Cheng Yu would be better.