Chapter 307: Speak the Truth

I'm begging you, let me go—what do you want? Whatever you want to do, I can agree to it.

By the way, I estimate your time in China must be quite long, but I'm puzzled—why is your Chinese so good?

I—I used to live in China before, and I also specially studied Chinese, so saying this should be fine.

Oh, you specially studied Chinese language—so, Chinese history? Have you studied it? If not, I want to ask you, in ancient China there was a treatment method called bone-scraping therapy; I don't know if you've heard of it.

What? What bone-scraping therapy?

Let me tell you this: actually, it's for treating illness, and back when conditions allowed, you had to cut open a person's flesh, then use a knife to scrape bit by bit on the bone the diseased parts; supposedly, it's an extremely painful treatment.

What do you want to do? What exactly do you want to do? Or rather, what do you want to know? I can tell you anything.

Foreigners obviously understood this sentence, and moreover, bone-scraping therapy is probably something ordinary people cannot bear.

If it really comes to that point, I'm afraid the distance to one's death is probably not far.

Ah.

That guy suddenly let out a miserable scream.

Because, when Xiao Ming just scratched his face, he suddenly exerted a bit of force, and soon blood flowed from his face.

Xiao Ming knew that under these circumstances he had to give him a show of force, and merely moving his lips wouldn't really intimidate him.

How is it? Does this feel somewhat comfortable? Moreover, I tell you, this dagger is specially made, and when it scrapes, you basically feel nothing; it's fine, I'll give you another go, then you should feel it more clearly.

I beg you, let me go, let me go okay? What exactly do you want to do? I promise you, I'll agree to everything.

That guy continued speaking, as if Xiao Ming had no intention of paying attention to him, and instead kept moving the dagger around his body.

Okay, I admit, I know Zong Long, I know Zong Long, it's that Zong Long who specially invited me over.

After he finished saying that, Xiao Ming's hand movements suddenly stopped.

Exactly, that's the answer he wanted, and he's always wanted to know what kind of connection exists between Zong Long and them.

Hehe, how about it? Are you willing to speak now?

That's right, I know what you want to know, and I also know what you want to say; I'm clear about your background—go ahead, tell me what conditions you want, I'll agree to them all.

You understand my background? That is to say, before you came, you already did all the investigations, right?

Yes, that's exactly it; we did the investigation, otherwise we two wouldn't have easily come to the domestic.

Okay, then I ask you, what exactly are your two identities abroad?

The two of us have actually had business dealings with Zong Long for about ten-odd years.

Ten-odd years? That is to say, you should be very familiar with each other, but why did he suddenly return to the domestic this time?

Actually, all of this is a conspiracy, and normally speaking, he actually doesn't need to return to the domestic at all.

Then what exactly happened?

Because, several big conglomerates abroad have been pressuring him; if he doesn't withdraw like this, he probably can't get away unscathed.

I somewhat can't understand; it's said he still controls two banks abroad—if that's true, what kind of conglomerate could still pressure him?

The overseas market is vastly different from the domestic market, and frankly, if you haven't done business abroad, you'll never understand it.

Oh, is there any other excuse in this?

After hearing this, Xiao Ming also indeed became very interested.

Because he also understands in his heart that if he can clarify this situation, perhaps for their upcoming goals he could grasp everything in his own hands.

That's right, the details here are significant.

Go, get him a chair so he can sit temporarily to talk.

Xiao Ming said while speaking, then gestured to Ma Zhuli; finally, Ma Zhuli quickly walked over, fetched a chair, and placed it beside.

Finally, two black-clothed men came over and helped that person up from the ground.

However, looking at his painful appearance, Xiao Ming could guess that before he arrived, he had likely already endured some torment.

How is it? Do we need to go to the hospital?

Hehe, it's fine, for now we can't go; as long as you don't attack me again, it should be okay.

Whether I lay a hand on you or not depends on your attitude; I tell you, you should have investigated my background before coming—believe, you should also know what kind of role I am—so, I said, does it count or not?

Yes, I understand; so, when I learned that if you were to catch me, my fate would surely be miserable—had I known earlier, I might as well have turned myself in.

Whether to turn yourself in is no longer up to you; if you can cooperate well with me, perhaps I'll leave you a way to live.

A way to live? You mean the way to live is to have me turn myself in, right?

That's right, because there's no more correct path than this; otherwise, in my hands you're just a dead end—do you believe me?

Okay, I believe; it seems I've totally fallen today, and it's because of a conspiracy, a woman—I never expected I could end up like this.

Alright, saying more is meaningless; let's return to the main topic—I just want to ask you, besides being a cooperative relationship, is there any other kind of relationship between you two?

Yes, that is a relationship of mutual use and mutual restraint.