Seeing Lin Kuang’s swift and decisive move, Song Tao and the others were stunned. They knew Lin Kuang was strong, but the strength he now displayed was simply overwhelming, completely shattering their previous perception of him.

Yamamoto Buryo’s face was as pale as paper, his mouth stained with blood and his eyes filled with deep fear. He had heard that Lin Kuang was strong, but only after clashing with him did he realize the true extent of that strength. This wasn’t just strength—it was terrifying power.

At that moment, Lin Kuang gazed indifferently at Yamamoto Buryo and began to walk toward him, one step at a time. An invisible pressure enveloped Yamamoto Buryo, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.

The next instant, Yamamoto Buryo gritted his teeth, pulled a blue syringe from his clothes, and jabbed it fiercely into his own arm.

However, Lin Kuang’s gaze had been fixed on Yamamoto Buryo the entire time. Seeing him produce the blue syringe, Lin Kuang’s expression shifted slightly. He naturally recognized the syringe; Okamoto Daiki had used one before. Moreover, investigations by the research institute revealed that the blue medicinal liquid could send a person into a frenzy, causing their strength to surge massively in a short period.

Of course, Lin Kuang had no fear, even if Yamamoto Buryo’s strength were to surge. However, his primary goal was to seize the syringe to provide the research institute with more information.

With this in mind, Lin Kuang’s figure moved abruptly, his extreme speed leaving a trail of afterimages. The next moment, he appeared right in front of Yamamoto Buryo. Reaching out, Lin Kuang swiftly snatched the blue syringe. Simultaneously, he kicked out, stomping heavily on Yamamoto Buryo’s chest.

SPIT!

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from the corner of Yamamoto Buryo’s mouth. His face turned even paler, and he looked as if he could die at any moment.

Seeing this, True Qi surged to Lin Kuang’s fingertips as he struck several pressure points on Yamamoto Buryo’s body. The next moment, Yamamoto Buryo was completely immobilized. Lin Kuang had done it intentionally to prevent the man from committing suicide.

“Carry him away. We’re heading back to the military district,” Lin Kuang said indifferently, having subdued Yamamoto Buryo.

“Yes, sir,” two members of the Thunderhawk Special Forces complied. They lifted Yamamoto Buryo away while Song Tao grabbed Cui Hongyu, and the group returned to their vehicles.

Lin Kuang drove the jeep, following behind Song Tao’s vehicle as they sped toward the military base.

In less than half an hour, they arrived.

Song Tao and his men escorted Cui Hongyu and Yamamoto Buryo into an interrogation room, with Lin Kuang following them inside. After tying the two men up, Lin Kuang stood before them, observing them quietly.

Looking at Cui Hongyu, Lin Kuang asked coolly, “You speak first. Tell me what this is all about.”

Hearing this, Cui Hongyu snorted coldly and turned his head away, blatantly ignoring Lin Kuang.

Lin Kuang smiled faintly. “Cui Hongyu, if you’re so tough, I hope you can maintain that silence.”

As he spoke, his eyes turned cold, and he placed a hand on Cui Hongyu’s shoulder. Seeing Lin Kuang’s eyes turn ice-cold, Cui Hongyu’s body trembled slightly, fear filling his gaze.

“What… what are you going to do? You can’t torture me! It’s illegal!” Cui Hongyu cried out in terror.

Lin Kuang ignored him. His hands went to work on Cui Hongyu’s body.

CRACK! SNAP!

A series of unsettling sounds echoed from Cui Hongyu’s body. He screamed, overcome by a pain so terrifying it felt worse than death.

“This is the Bone-dislocating Hand. I’ll let you enjoy it thoroughly.” As he spoke, Lin Kuang began to work on Cui Hongyu’s fingers.

As the saying goes, the fingers are connected to the heart, so the pain felt in the hands is the most intense. Lin Kuang had only dealt with three of Cui Hongyu’s fingers before the man couldn’t take it anymore, howling in agony like a pig being slaughtered.

“Stop! Stop it! I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything! Ah!” Cui Hongyu screamed again, for Lin Kuang hadn’t stopped. In fact, his hands moved with even greater skill.

Witnessing this, Song Tao and the two Thunderhawk Special Forces members felt a chill run down their spines. From Cui Hongyu’s reaction, they could only imagine how excruciating the so-called Bone-dislocating Hand truly was.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Please, stop torturing me! I beg you, I’ll talk!” Cui Hongyu wailed, his body wracked with extreme pain, his face twisted in agony.

At this, Lin Kuang finally let go. “Are you really going to talk? Cui Hongyu, I advise you to be honest. I have many other interesting interrogation methods I can use on you. If you don’t believe me, feel free to test that theory.”

Lin Kuang said this with a smirk. Cui Hongyu looked back at him, his eyes full of horror. This man is a demon—no, something far more terrifying than a demon.

“I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything, I swear! Please, just don’t torture me anymore,” Cui Hongyu sobbed, imploring. He never wanted to experience such torment again; it was simply unbearable.

“Good. That’s more like it,” Lin Kuang said indifferently. “Song Tao, start taking the statement. Cui Hongyu, begin.”

This time, Cui Hongyu didn’t dare hold anything back, recounting in painstaking detail everything that had transpired over the past few days. When he finished, Lin Kuang understood the whole story.

“So, you actively colluded with the little devils? Tsk tsk, Cui Hongyu, you’re not even human,” Lin Kuang scoffed, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

Cui Hongyu gasped for breath but said nothing. He knew he was a dead man. All he wanted now was a quick end; that would be enough.

“I’m asking you, do you know where their hideout is? How did you usually contact each other?” Lin Kuang pressed.

“I don’t know,” Cui Hongyu said weakly. “It was always Yamamoto Buryo who met with me. I don’t know their exact location. You’ll have to ask him.”

“Fine. One more question.” Lin Kuang had naturally overheard their argument and was quite curious. “What was this ‘evidence’ you two were talking about before? And where is it?”

“The evidence is a recording of our conversations, including details on how their people entered the military district,” Cui Hongyu answered honestly. “There’s a USB drive in my pocket. All the evidence is on it.” At this point, any further defiance would only bring more suffering.

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