Chapter 120: Massage... does it also come with bleeding?

It looked exactly like the chairs used to torture people in movies!

And on the seat of the chair,

there were all kinds of awls, hammers, iron whips, spikes, and other...

torture devices!?

At this moment, Tan Sir's scalp was tingling!

Is this a chair in a normal person's home!?

Who would have this kind of chair specifically for torturing people in their home!?

The scene went quiet in an instant.

Even the cameraman's hands couldn't help but tremble.

Tan Qiao froze in place instantly.

He moved his eyeballs without moving his body, looking at Fang Hao nervously.

His face was filled with terror.

Basement, uninhabited, dark and damp, torture chair, screams, blood...

All the elements were gathered!

And you still say you didn't illegally detain anyone!?

[Holy crap! This is a proper torture chair!]

[Damn, a whip with thorns and this kind of terrifying chair... and you still say Fang Hao has nothing to hide!?]

[Damn... look at the reflection! There are dried bloodstains on the chair!]

[Could it be that Song Zu was illegally detained right here!?]

[My god! Could it be that Song Zu has been enjoying life here for the past few days of his disappearance!?]

[Across the screen, I feel my scalp tingling!]

[Good guy! Fang Hao is truly a ruthless man!]

[Song Zu has been suffering torture here for the two days he's been missing, right?]

The audience was shocked.

The torture device in front of them was made of metal.

It looked indestructible.

If a normal person were completely trapped on it...

unless you are a Saiyan, it's basically impossible to break free.

And in Fang Hao's basement,

such a creepy torture device appeared...

What does this mean?

Many people shuddered.

"Fa... Fang Hao."

"What is this?"

"Why would you arrange such a thing in the basement..."

Tan Qiao asked with some horror.

His whole body's muscles were tightened.

Once something went wrong,

he would definitely run away.

However, facing Officer Tan Qiao's questioning,

Fang Hao in front of the camera was quite calm.

"Sigh... since you have seen this scene, I won't hide it from you."

Fang Hao let out a deep sigh.

This action once again gave Tan Qiao goosebumps all over.

And Fang Hao continued calmly:

"Actually... I am a masseur."

"This here is a massage chair I use for massages."

"After all, although I am a Black Dragon, I have never dared to spend that 'black-hearted' money."

"So I secretly learned massage techniques."

"I built this massage chair at home to earn some extra money."

"Sigh... it's not easy for us poor people to earn some money."

In front of the camera,

Fang Hao looked like he was sighing.

As if he were lamenting the hardships of life.

And the moment he spoke,

the scene went quiet.

Quiet to the point of deathly silence.

Tan Sir originally had a lot of fear in his heart.

But when Fang Hao gave his explanation,

Tan Sir was stunned.

This...

you call this a massage chair!?

Let's just say...

if there's no reason, you don't have to say anything.

Can we not force a lie!?

This...

a massage chair with blood!?

He was shocked.

How could Fang Hao manage to say it's a massage chair with such a serious face?

Who are you massaging?

Three-Body Problem aliens?

Can the carbon-based lifeforms of our Blue Star withstand such a high-standard massage!?

In front of the screen,

the audience was also shocked.

Holy crap!

They guessed that Fang Hao would give an outrageous answer.

But they didn't expect it to be this outrageous.

Is our massage chair from the "abstinence" series?

How did you manage to spout nonsense with such a serious face!?

[Holy crap! This is a massage chair!]

[God-tier extra money, what kind of extra money... do the soul-reapers from the underworld give you a rebate?]

[This is earning underworld currency after torturing someone to death, right!?]

[I'm stunned, this operation... doesn't Fang Hao feel it's outrageous?]

[God-tier massage! You massage one for me to see!]

The audience in the livestream was both shocked and wanted to laugh.

Everyone was very curious.

How did Fang Hao manage to keep a straight face at this moment!?

Such an outrageous explanation,

he actually said it with such a serious face!?

"This... you call this a massage chair!?"

"Is there some misunderstanding here!?"

"Is this massage chair a bit... prickly?"

Tan Sir was shocked.

He didn't expect Fang Hao to give such an outrageous answer.

It completely left Officer Tan speechless.

He was stunned for a long time, and could only give one evaluation—

Awesome!

And facing Officer Tan's questioning, Fang Hao nodded deeply again.

In front of the camera,

he said quite earnestly:

"Although it looks a bit simple,"

"my massage chair has always been well-received."

Officer Tan Qiao: ?????

Simple!?

You call this simple!?

This is a torture device for people...

Can a word like "simple" explain it clearly!?

And...

can you really say "well-received" without changing your expression?

What kind of masochist would give a good review on your chair?

Let alone a good review,

being able to stay alive is probably already a stroke of luck!?

"Fang Hao, I know that recent events... have been a big blow to you."

"But we must be careful, this is a society ruled by law."

"No matter what Song Zu did to you on the internet..."

"Is it a bit too much for him to experience this?"

"Are we... being a bit too ruthless?"

Officer Tan was shocked.

After seeing the torture device in front of him,

he suspected that Song Zu might not look like a human anymore.

Especially that pool of blood just now.

He suspected that before he arrived... Fang Hao was torturing Song Zu.

At this moment, he was trying to persuade him earnestly,

hoping that Fang Hao could change his mind.

There was no need to throw his own life away because of this.

To let himself be punished by the law for someone like Song Zu...

is really not worth it.

And at this moment,

the cameraman on the side also discovered some clues.

He looked at the so-called "massage chair" in front of him, and then as the camera slowly pushed forward,

he discovered some things that weren't right.

"What... what are these restraint straps used for??"

The cameraman shuddered and couldn't help but ask Fang Hao seriously.

"During a massage... it's too comfortable for the person being massaged, so they will struggle uncontrollably."

"So I fix them in place to let them enjoy the most thoughtful service."

Fang Hao explained with a smile.

And enthusiastically invited Tan Sir to try it out too.

Tan Sir was so scared that he retreated repeatedly.

Good guy!

I'm almost sixty years old.

I haven't enjoyed a peaceful life yet, don't let you send me away!

And Fang Hao's reply

also shocked the audience at the scene.

To enjoy the most thoughtful service...

the person being massaged is too comfortable...

Are you a devil!?

And the cameraman at this time still hadn't solved the mystery.

He followed Fang Hao's topic and asked with some horror:

"Then this massage chair... why are there bloodstains..."

"Massage... can also cause bleeding?"