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After the Illuminati staff left.

The man wearing the Grim Reaper mask scanned the crowd and said, "What are you all standing there for? Come in."

The generals exchanged glances, and finally looked at Yin Pan'er.

When Yin Pan'er first looked at the man wearing the Grim Reaper mask, she immediately noticed that he was different from the man from yesterday.

After combining what the mad Taoist had said, Yin Pan'er understood.

This person must be the Mad Taoist.

Yin Pan'er then said to the people beside her, "Alright, everyone, since we're already here, let's go in."

As she spoke, Yin Pan'er became the first to go inside.

Then the others followed.

After entering the central cabin, the mad Taoist standing at the back closed and locked the door.

The generals who entered were all captivated by the scene inside the central cabin.

Because on one side of the central cabin, there were twelve people who were all tied up.

Each of them was strapped with bombs, and even their mouths were stuffed with bombs.

When Yin Pan'er saw this scene, she was first surprised, and then impressed.

This mad Taoist is truly incredibly powerful; how did he manage to get close to this ship all by himself?

And they tied all these people up here.

He turned his head almost instantly, and as soon as he did, he saw that the Mad Taoist had already removed the mask of the Grim Reaper.

"Master, is it really you?"

Hearing Yin Pan'er's words, the four generals who had come with her all looked in the direction of Yin Pan'er's gaze.

When I saw the face of the Mad Taoist, I recognized that they both resembled people from the Xiao Kingdom.

Therefore, they naturally assumed it was Yin Pan'er's group.

Rambo, who was in the lead, said to Yin Pan'er, "Agent Yin, did you send this person to rescue us?"

Yin Pan'er smiled as she listened to Lan Bo's words and said, "Isn't that obvious?"

The Mad Taoist then walked up to Yin Pan'er and said, "The rest is up to you."

Yin Pan'er understood immediately, but still looked at the mad Taoist with some concern and said, "Taoist Master, you won't leave, will you?"

The mad Taoist stood expressionlessly to the side: "Of course not."

Yin Pan'er nodded and walked directly to the Western agent in the lead.

This Western agent was just a white man with British features, nothing particularly special.

At this moment, he was no longer arrogant; instead, he was filled with fear.

Looking at him, Yin Pan'er smiled and said to Rambo and the others who had followed him, "General Rambo, this guy isn't as tough as you guys..."

Rambo laughed and said, "The more afraid these people are of death, the more likely they are to do this... We were prepared to die anyway."

Then Rambo asked Yin Pan'er, "Actress Yin, what do you want to do with him now...?"

Yin Pan'er said to Lan Bo, "I said, someone has to take responsibility for our crushing defeat... We can't let ourselves bear such a huge burden."

Lambo nodded as he listened to Yin Pan'er's words: "Yes, yes, Agent Yin, is there anything you need me to do?"

Yin Pan'er said to Lan Bo, "We need you to be witnesses."

Then Yin Pan'er glanced at the mad Taoist.

After all, those Western association presidents' agents were entangled in all sorts of threads that she couldn't understand.

They were afraid of making a mistake and causing it to explode.

Given the scale of such an explosion, even they themselves might not be able to escape unscathed.

The Mad Taoist understood immediately with just a glance.

He walked up to the Western chairman's representative and then fussed over him for a while.

What was originally a tangled mess of threads has now been untangled.

Then the Western chairman's representative was brought out.

He was set aside, and then the bomb that had been stuffed in his mouth was removed.

This time, the Western agent has finally learned to speak properly.

He forced a smile: "Agent Yin... let's talk this out... let's talk this out, we're all from the Illuminati... why... why do this... we're all on the same side... we're all on the same side."

After hearing his words, Yin Pan'er laughed out loud: "Our own people? Now we're our own people? I feel like it's too late... When you locked us in the cage, why didn't you think of us as your own people?"

The Western agent gave an awkward smile and then said, "Misunderstanding...misunderstanding...isn't this a misunderstanding?"

Yin Pan'er said to the Western agent, "Misunderstanding? Then tell me... what misunderstanding is there..."

The man gave an awkward smile and stammered for a long time without saying anything.

The mad Taoist priest, perhaps seeing Yin Pan'er being too slow, said, "Agent Yin, let me increase the intensity for him."

The mad Taoist priest spoke with a blank expression from the start.

Looking at the mad Taoist's appearance, Yin Pan'er knew very well that the mad Taoist was not discussing things with him, but rather informing her.

This idea was originally proposed by the Mad Taoist.

She naturally had no objections and agreed outright.

When the Mad Taoist walked up to the Western Association's representative, the man was immediately filled with fear.

Clearly, they harbored a deep-seated fear of the madman.

"You...you...what do you want to do?"

The mad Taoist walked directly to his side and then took all the explosives strapped to his body.

After the explosives were removed, the man was clearly relieved.

Then the mad Taoist took out something that looked like a candy pill and placed it in the hand of the Western president's representative.

After placing this thing in his hand, they immediately wrapped it with a piece of cloth.

The Western president's representative was clearly flustered upon seeing this: "What...what...what is this?"

The Mad Taoist spoke calmly and without any emotion: "This is a miniature explosive. If you stick your hand out, it will only blow off your arm; it won't harm your body..."

"However, if you maintain this position for an extended period, it will harm your body..."

As he spoke, the mad Taoist even thoughtfully extended his hand.

The mad Taoist's seemingly casual remark nearly scared the Western president's representative so much that he wet himself on the spot.

"Wh...what...how...how...please...please don't blow me up..."

"It's really a misunderstanding... I'll tell you whatever you want to know... I'll tell you everything."

The mad Taoist gestured for everyone to run back a bit.

At this moment, Yin Pan'er was leading her people to retreat.

However, Yin Pan'er just felt that the mad Taoist was lying.

After all, he had seen the power of explosives, and the most difficult thing to control with these explosives was their explosion.

Forget about that explosive that's only the size of a sugar pill; this one wouldn't blow off your hand, at most it would just cause a minor injury.

In fact, it wasn't just Yin Pan'er who thought this way; the generals around her also shared it.

They had a very clear understanding of the power of explosives.

They just thought he was lying.

Even the agent was mostly faking it; he looked genuinely terrified.

However, in his heart he felt utterly contemptuous.

At most, he would be injured by the explosion, so although he showed fear, it was mostly an act.

The Mad Taoist said calmly, "10!"

"What do you want me to say? Just say it... as long as you repeat what I say... I will definitely tell you."

"9!"

"What do you want me to say? I said it was a misunderstanding... I misunderstood you... I'll let you go..."

"8"

"Tell me, what are you going to do? Tell me..."

"7!"

"I don't know what you're trying to say. I've already said everything I wanted to say, and I've already promised to let you go. What more do you want?"

"6"

...

"2"

This Illuminati representative clearly felt that his previous approach was ineffective and was now preparing to try a different method.

"Do you know... what you will face if you hurt us? Do you know the consequences?"

"1!"

"You wouldn't dare... If you hurt me... my guild master will definitely avenge me..."

The mad Taoist shook his head helplessly.

Although the chairman's representative was very stubborn, he still maintained the gesture of having his hands outstretched.

With a bang.

This was followed by a series of screams: "Ah...ah...ah..."

The chairman's agent was a few beats slow to react, and only after seeing his hand that had been blown off did he begin to scream in agony.

Just as the madman had said, the explosion was a directional blast, and its power was considerable.

When the explosion occurred, it only produced a cloud of blood mist at a specific location.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.

Everyone knew that such an explosion was not easy to achieve; it was extremely difficult to accomplish.

What's most terrifying is that such a small amount of explosives produced such great power.

If such tiny, candy-bean-sized bombs were made into a normal-sized explosive charge, what terrifying power they would have!

Most importantly, he was able to control the timing of the explosion.

The fact that the explosion occurred at the exact exact time is enough to prove that this thing is extraordinary.

Just as everyone was surprised, they looked at Yin Pan'er.

To their bewilderment and surprise, Yin Pan'er's astonishment was no less than theirs.

They even began to doubt whether this person was one of Yin Pan'er's people.

Their astonishment lasted for several seconds before they were drawn to the screams of the Western chairman's representative.

After the Western agent's hand was blown off, the Mad Taoist didn't rest at all.

He took out a bomb and immediately demonstrated how he could dismantle it with his bare hands. He then sprinkled the gunpowder inside onto the severed limb, lit the gunpowder, and burned the wound, thus stopping the bleeding.

His practiced methods left everyone around him dumbfounded.

Yin Pan'er had thought that the Mad Taoist was not simple, but she never expected him to be so versatile.

After treating his bleeding arm, he pulled out a dart, about the size of a candy bean.

Then he started tying it to his left hand: "The usual."

After doing all this, the mad Taoist began counting down on his own...

This countdown really scared the Western chairman's representative to death...

"What do you want me to say? Just say it..."

"9!"

"Stop counting..."

The madman's countdown, devoid of any emotion, was indeed somewhat unsettling.

The agent was both afraid and dared not speak out.

Fear was the most direct feeling after my right hand was blown apart; it was the most direct fear that came from my body.

If he were to reveal this, he would find it difficult to imagine what the chairman behind him would do.

If you know how terrifying these people are, then the president of the Illuminati that he represents is, without exaggeration, a terrifying figure.

These people in front of him could only cause him unbearable pain.

If that chairman were to make a move, it would cause their entire family unbearable pain, making them wish they were dead.

With that in mind, he had already figured out a way to deal with it.

That means I can't say it even if I die...

After making up his mind, the mad Taoist's voice sounded like a countdown.

It doesn't sound so scary anymore.

He had just overheard Lannister Rambo of the British Empire say something as he entered the room.

When a person faces certain situations with a fearless attitude, death becomes less terrifying...

After he resolved to die, the pain in his body actually triggered his adrenaline.

"Stop playing tricks... I'm not afraid to die... I won't say anything... Just kill me... you traitors..."

"Yin Pan'er, let me tell you... I will not give in to you..."

He then looked at the mad Taoist and said, "Stop counting... I'm not afraid... I won't back down... Anyone who even flinches is your grandson... Come on... blow me up..."

"You killed me... My guild master will avenge me. Remember this... You're all dead... dead..."

At this moment, the Mad Taoist was somewhat surprised by the sudden shift in the style of this Western agent.

However, the countdown did not stop; the Mad Taoist was still counting down.

As the countdown began.

After reaching number 1, there was another explosion.

This Western agent was initially very defiant, but the pain he was in was undeniable.

He should scream, or he'll obediently start screaming...

At this moment, the mad Taoist priest, still blindly following the example, did exactly as instructed...

First they treated his wound, then they stuck it to the sole of his foot.

The Western agent remained defiant, and at this moment, he seemed even more resolute.

Despite his certainty in giving this answer.

The mad Taoist smiled slightly at him: "I know... so I won't ask you anymore!"