In the dimly lit and damp bungalow, Zhang Xianhui's arms were hung on an iron pipe higher than the door, and his body was pulled straight, and only his toes could touch the ground slightly.

"Die!"

Sweat and blood mixed together, flowing along Zhang Xianhui's body to the ground, and a pool of blood larger than a washing basin was condensed.

"Bang!"

Wu Zhantao raised his leg and kicked Zhang Xianhui on the waist: "Xiao Qin has told me that you are the fucking brother of Zhang Xianguang. I tell you clearly that if you don't spit today, I can hang a bottle of nutrient solution on your arm, and while cleaning up you to death, you won't let you die!"

Zhang Xianhui's face was swollen like a steamed bun, his eyes were bruised, and he could no longer see clearly, his ears were buzzing, making it even harder to hear clearly what Wu Zhantao was saying.

"Your mouth is so hard!" Wu Zhantao gritted his teeth and cursed: "You can hold on even if you pull out the finger cover of one of your hands, right?"

"...Ha...Haha...Brother, you understand me too...I really can't say...I'm the only one left in my family...I can't even get into the ancestral grave if I fucking sell him...!" Zhang Xianhui was embarrassed, but his tone still responded with a slight joking voice: "If it were you, you wouldn't sell your own brother."

"Bang!"

Wu Zhantao heard the sound and punched him: "Where is the fucking reasoning to you here?!"

"vomit!"

Zhang Xianhui turned his head and spit out a mouthful of liquid mixed with blood and acid water. His body hung in the air and swayed, as if he was about to lose consciousness again.

"Crash!"

Wu Zhantao poured a bucket of cold water on his face, then pulled up his chair and sat down and said, "There is time. If you are willing to play, I will accompany you!"

Zhang Xianhui lowered his head and said nothing.

"Come on, Linzi, let's light your little sticking spring out and pick this guy's testicle." Wu Zhantao shouted at a brother next to him in silence: "Cut the egg, and then use both hands to squeeze out the ball inside!"

"brush!"

Zhang Xianhui suddenly looked up when he heard the sound.

"...I haven't done this job in purifying myself. I'm really afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll kill you." Wu Zhantao smoked and pointed at Zhang Xianhui and said, "But I knew an old man before, and he told me to pick the testicles like this, and people can't die."

Zhang Xianhui looked at Wu Zhantao with a drowsy look, and unconsciously tensed his legs.

"Bang!"

After saying that, a young man walked to Zhang Xianhui with a clamping spring, and then smiled and said, "Damn it, you have some achievements, right? I have to untie your belt! Tell me the truth, did you pee your pants just now?"

Zhang Xianhui stared at the knife in the young man's hand, gritted his teeth and was silent for a while, and suddenly shouted: "Stop doing it."

"What's wrong?" Wu Zhantao asked expressionlessly.

"I... I'm convinced, you're more cruel than me..." Zhang Xianhui gritted his teeth and responded: "I definitely can't sell my brother, but I can help you catch others. You want to find an employer and the gunman who shot... I'll just help... It's boring to just stare at my brother alone, right?"

Wu Zhantao frowned and was silent.

"This is my bottom line. I can help you find everyone except my brother." Zhang Xianhui said word by word: "I won't talk to you. If I find these people, will you let me go... I feel like a mirror in my heart. After I help you catch someone, you will have to throw it to the police immediately... So I broke it and accepted it, but if you have to let me sell my dear brother... I can't do it."

"Okay, then tell me, how do you find someone else?!"

"I'm so hungry. Give me a meal. I want to eat braised pork, rice...!" Zhang Xianhui made a request.

"Little boy, you're still playing with me."

"Do you give it to me?" Zhang Xianhui responded with a crooked neck: "Just the time of his mother's meal, can I still inform them that they all run away?"

After hearing the sound, Wu Zhantao stood up from the chair, then lowered his head and glanced at his watch and ordered: "Put him down and get him some food right away!"

"Okay." The little brother next to him nodded.

"I'll go out."

After saying that, Wu Zhantao opened the door with his coat and left the room.

...

About five minutes later, another room.

"How is it?" Feng Letian asked expressionlessly, holding his shoulders.

"He has surrendered, but the condition is that he cannot touch his elder brother." Wu Zhantao replied while wiping his sweat.

"Have he explained all the rest of the people?" Feng Letian frowned and asked again.

"No, he wants to have a meal." Wu Zhantao looked down at his watch and replied: "It may be that he wanted to delay the time, but our deadline is still early, so it's not a shortage of his meal. Let him calm down and think about it will be beneficial."

"Uncle Wu, we will give him to the municipal bureau tomorrow morning, so we must snatch the confession tonight!" Although Feng Letian was anxious at this moment, he had never expressed any complaints or urging in his mouth, and only respect and necessary politeness.

"Let him rest for a while, otherwise I'm really afraid that he will die in the house." Wu Zhantao nodded and responded: "There are still a few hours before dawn, so we should have enough time!"

"That's good." Feng Letian nodded.

"Di Lingling!"

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, Wu Zhantao's cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"It's me, Ersun!"

"...You are here?" Wu Zhantao was stunned when he heard the sound.

"At three hours at the latest, we will arrive in Chi F." Ermao on the phone spoke fluent Mandarin and said, "What should I do? Should we go directly to find you, or do you ask me to come and pick you up?"

"I'll let someone take it. You are not familiar with me here. You may not be able to find the place I stay." Wu Zhantao replied.

"Okay, that's it!"

After speaking, the two hung up the phone.

"Who, Uncle Wu?" Feng Letian asked.

"...Friends from Tibet, if the clues are cut off and they cannot be arrested by the official, I will let these people do it for him." Wu Zhantao replied expressionlessly.

"Yeah." Feng Letian nodded after hearing the sound and asked again: "Where is Uncle Kui?"

"He went to the hospital. After Baoyu disappeared, his girl Tingting became sick. Wu Kui was there." Wu Zhantao sighed and said.

Feng Letian lowered his head when he heard the sound. After a long time of silence, his eyes turned red and said, "Her dad is gone, she can still get sick, slow down... My dad is gone... I don't even have a chance to cry."

Wu Zhantao patted Feng Letian on the shoulder when he heard the sound and said nothing.

...

On the other end, in the Lingzhi car at the entrance of a hospital in the city, a driver was sleeping in a coat on his face.

"Tread!"
Chapter completed!