"Like God promises, as long as you satisfy me, I will definitely let you survive."

Wei Ran solemnly made a promise in front of the other party, and at the same time pretended to cross himself on his chest. Then, he shuffled the questions he had just asked and started the torture again.

After repeatedly interrogating the other party's limbs and joints, Wei Ran finally reluctantly believed the other party's confession. In response to the middle-aged man's expectations, he regained his strength and moved his foot away from the knee socket of his left leg.

Unfortunately, Wei Ran did not help him restore his dislocated last leg after completing the torture as before, as the other party expected, but stood up, opened the door and walked out.

The sweaty middle-aged man turned over with difficulty, lying on the floor wet with sweat and his own urine, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head. Although the young man did not care about his left leg,

But at least he survived.

Unfortunately, before he could catch his breath, Wei Ran came back carrying a heavy cavalry sword from the First World War.

"What are you going to do?" the middle-aged man asked in a panic with a hoarse voice. At the same time, he held his hands in severe pain and moved his body back with difficulty, "You swore to let me go!"

"Yes." Wei Ran smiled, "It's a pity that I don't believe in that poor guy tied to the cross without any clothes."

Before he finished speaking, the rusty heavy cavalry sword had already passed through the middle-aged man's chest and was nailed to the wooden floor.

Looking at the middle-aged man who was nailed to the floor with a cavalry sword, Wei Ran pulled the things on the table into another canvas bag he had just found, then tied it to his belt and took the time to inspect the wooden house.
Chapter completed!