Even though André's voice wasn't loud, and could even be described as gentle and refined, but the content of his words and the creepy smile on his face were enough to make people associate him with words like pervert, bloodthirsty, and lunatic.
The captive was obviously frightened. His whole body was tightly curled into a ball, trying to find some sense of security in this position. His eyes were filled with fear as he desperately waved his hands and shouted, "Get … Get away!
Get away from me!
You demon! "
"Demon?
No, no, no, my guest from afar, I was just explaining the physiological structure of the human body to you. How could it be related to a demon?
You should know that this is very precious knowledge. Anyone who learns a little bit can immediately become the best first aid specialist.
Of course, I could also be an interrogator or an executioner. Anyway, I have good intentions. Why are you afraid? "
André deliberately put on an innocent look to defend himself, but the table knife in his hand accurately stabbed into the captive's nose …
In an instant!
Blood splattered everywhere!
The poor captive only felt an indescribable pain and numbness rushing into his brain, followed by a heart-wrenching scream.
"Ahhh!!!
Stop!
Stop!
Stop!
Ask me what you want to ask!
I swear I'm willing to tell you anything!
As long as you give me a quick death! "
Looking at the unlucky captive lying on the ground in agony, André smiled insincerely and spread out his hands. "Oh, I'm so sorry. My hand accidentally slipped.
Don't worry, the inside of the nose is one of the most sensitive areas of the human body. Although it will be very painful and uncomfortable, it won't endanger your life. "
"Damn it!
Damn it!
Damn it! "
The poor captive cursed three times in a row. He covered his nose and hit his head hard on the ground, trying to distract himself from the pain.
He was not a fool. Even a fool could see that the stab just now was definitely intentional, so he immediately classified the young man in front of him as extremely dangerous. He no longer had any hope of surviving and only wanted to die as quickly as possible so that he would not have to endure the terrible torture.
Seeing the captive's hopeless expression, André's lips curled up slightly. He said in an indifferent tone, "What a pity. I originally wanted to explain more about the mysteries of the human body, how pain is transmitted to the brain through the nerves, how the internal organs work …
Unfortunately, you don't seem to want to hear this.
Well, since you're a guest, I'll reluctantly ask you a few questions. I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer.
First of all, who are you and why are you in this old warehouse?
Don't insult my intelligence by using the excuse of being a burglar. A real burglar wouldn't carry so many weapons, and it's even more impossible that they don't even have a lock picking tool.
Secondly, tell me how many of your accomplices are out there.
Do you know, from the moment you appeared, I smelled a conspiracy in the air. Maybe you think I'm dead for sure, but I have to say, the show has just begun. "
Hearing that, the captive ignored the snot, tears, and blood that were flowing everywhere. He raised his head and stared into André's eyes, trying to find any sign of guilt or weakness in his eyes.
Unfortunately, in the end, he only saw a face with a fake smile. He couldn't even feel any emotion, let alone guilt. It was as if his entire person was wearing a mask and all his thoughts were hidden.
Realizing that he couldn't find any flaws, the thirty year old captive lay down again and sighed in despair, "Sigh … looks like I've been cursed by the Goddess of Misfortune today. There's no chance of me surviving.
That's right, I'm not a thief, but an Owl directly under the guild. My goal here is simple, and that's to capture people.
In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, the boss is personally leading the team. A total of forty people have already surrounded this small alley. Maybe you're all ruthless characters, but there's no way you'll be able to escape. "
"Oh?
People from the underground guild! "André raised his eyebrows in surprise.
He didn't quite understand where he'd exposed himself to attract the attention of the underground guild.
"Do you know how big the trouble is now?
Our boss is Ulic. I'm sure you've heard of his great name. No one in Valen City has been able to escape his pursuit. "
Perhaps because he knew that he was going to die without a doubt, the man simply let go of all his mental restraints and started sweeping his gaze over everyone present with a look of pity.
He was well aware of his boss's perverted habits, especially the mutilated corpses in the dungeon. Anyone who saw them would have nightmares.
Bordia had obviously heard of Ulic. Two rays of cold light flowed out of her eyes as she lowered her voice and said to everyone, "If this guy isn't lying, then I'm afraid we'll have to make preparations for a bloody battle this time.
The Owl is a small assassination team that the underground guild has secretly nurtured and is responsible for eradicating the enemy.
Perhaps one or two wouldn't be a big deal, but once the number exceeds ten, it'll immediately become very difficult to deal with.
As for the Bloodbath Maniac, there's no need to even mention him.
There's no record of him surviving until now. "
"Wha … wha … what?
Heavens!
What should we do?
What should we do?! "
The most cowardly swindler, Jess, was scared out of his wits when he heard Ulic's name and started screaming in panic.
But this wasn't to be expected. After all, the underground guild had purposely leaked this number one assassin's perverted behavior in order to better intimidate the enemy.
Over time, this name possessed some kind of mysterious magic. It could be used to stop babies from crying and to refresh the mind. It was said that even drunkards would instantly sober up after hearing this name.
From a certain perspective, the name Ulic had already become synonymous with fear in Valen City.
"Relax, there's no need to make yourself so nervous. I guarantee that this Ulic guy is far inferior to Sam.
I'll give you all five minutes to pack your things. After five minutes, we'll kill our way out of the main entrance and destroy all obstacles along the way.
Since the underground guild has already sensed my existence, then I'll generously stand out and hand them a letter of challenge. "
With that, a trace of a chilling madness appeared in André's eyes … …
Ever since the fierce battle with the Ghost King Navid Rusta, he'd been suppressing all the emotions that could lead to impulsiveness. The accumulation of emotions had almost reached a critical point, so he wanted to use this opportunity to vent and let everyone in the city know that a power that dared to directly challenge the underground guild had appeared.