Chapter 287

Gao Anyu's excited voice was still echoing, and the enemy in front of him had already slowly fallen, without even a struggle, his chest no longer rising and falling, and large amounts of blood flowing out from his seven orifices.

At the same time, the remaining four "Meteors" looked at their companion's corpse, horrified.

"Second Brother!"

"How could this be! This whip couldn't even withstand that black ruler, he only listened to the formula once, how could he have changed into a different person!"

"There's something strange!"

The four looked at each other first, their feet moving slowly, but their peripheral vision couldn't help but sweep toward Li Miao.

They clearly had weapons that restrained Gao Anyu, and they knew his martial arts and moves like the back of their hand. Since receiving the guidance of someone, they had prepared ways to break all of Gao Anyu's methods in the past half year and had practiced them until they were familiar.

If there were no accidents, even if they couldn't take down Gao Anyu today, they would definitely be able to injure him not lightly. Chasing and killing for another distance, they estimated they would be able to avenge this grudge of breaking their source of wealth!

But it just happened that this middle-aged man who looked like he didn't know martial arts, and who had been thrown to the back of their minds from the beginning, moved his mouth and flipped the whole situation over!

"No, not right!"

One of them was horrified, associating it with the remarks Li Miao made when instructing Cao Hanyan at the very beginning.

"This person is strange, he might be a much greater threat than Gao Anyu!"

"The means prepared for Gao Anyu have been scrapped, and there is such a person whose background cannot be figured out on the side... the matter cannot be done!"

Mixing on the green forest path, doing the filthy work of kidnapping people that everyone shouts to beat, these people are the most knowing of avoiding harm, and the most Jianghu people who don't care about face.

There was no need to do any communication, and there was no need to look at the movements of others at all—

The four flashed and ran toward the outside with all their might!

"Run separately!"

One of them had just shouted the words when a scream came from his side, and Gao Anyu's joyful shout rang out at the same time.

"Uncle Li, this martial art of yours is really easy to use!"

His pupils shrank, his feet stepped on the ground, he flashed to avoid the direction Gao Anyu was in, mounted the roof, and wanted to escape.

Just as he stepped on the roof and ran out several yards, a cold light suddenly lit up on his side.

Blood splashed.

Below his left knee was first hot, then suddenly cold, and then he lost consciousness. His whole body turned sideways, fell along the roof, and drew a scarlet arc in mid-air.

Cao Hanyan sheathed his saber, jumped off the roof, reached out and lifted him up, and turned back to walk toward the inn.

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"Oh, human traffickers."

"No wonder they look disgusting."

Li Miao raised his eyebrows.

Gao Anyu nodded and briefly told the story of his grudge with this "Cripple Meteor." Seeing that Li Miao didn't ask anymore, he turned around.

There were five "Meteors" in total. Gao Anyu had just learned "Wuji Zen Vibration," and his hands were not measured, so he beat two to death.

Now there were three left, all nailed to the wall in the shape of the character "Tai" with chopsticks. Their heads hung low on their chests, looking like they had fainted.

Li Miao let out a scoff.

"Playing dead?"

"Just right, finish the lesson that wasn't finished before."

"Little Cao, Little Gao."

Both answered in unison.

Li Miao stood up, grabbed a chopstick from the table, knocked it on his palm, and walked slowly to the side of one of them.

"The interrogation methods I taught you before, to tell the truth, are just introductory methods, small toys not worth mentioning, you can learn them and play with them, no need to take them too seriously."

Cao Hanyan's eyes jumped.

Introductory?

Skinning and cramping, knocking bones and sucking marrow, dismantling a person alive until only half is left... just "small toys not worth mentioning"?

Li Miao seemed not to notice his reaction, revealed a smile at an angle Cao Hanyan couldn't see, and continued.

"Interrogation is the same as martial arts; external moves are just a form of expression, whether kicking or punching, they are just a way to hit internal energy out. The essential difference still lies in internal energy and true energy."

"For interrogation, 'internal energy' is 'philosophy'; what you think interrogation is determines the style and direction of interrogation."

"I told you before, interrogation is something only laymen would think is a means to torture the opponent. Making the other party afraid to the point of pain is just the lower grade."

Li Miao knocked the chopstick on his palm slowly, looking up and down at the person nailed to the wall.

"I think interrogation is a form of communication."

"But most of the time, the object of interrogation is actually refusing to communicate with you. For example, this hero—"

Li Miao raised the chopstick and poked the face of the person in front of him twice.

"Look, he clearly can't even control his breathing, his heart is beating like a drum, his fingers are shaking, yet he still stubbornly pretends to faint; this is a manifestation of resisting communication with you."

"At this time, what should you do?"

Before the two could give an answer, Li Miao said with a smile.

"You have to let him understand that you are his friend, and friends should care about each other."

"He lost half a leg, he must be very cold now."

Without any warning, the chopstick in Li Miao's hand turned, and he stabbed fiercely toward the neck of another person.

The "Meteor" in front of him was still closing his eyes tightly, but suddenly, he felt some warm liquid sprayed on his side face, followed by a miserable whimper.

Li Miao pulled out the chopstick, the blood vessel on the neck that had been poked open pumped a fountain of blood, and the warm liquid drizzled onto the "Meteor" in front of him.

"Hmm, he should be a little warmer now."

Li Miao said lightly.

Dede dede——

The uncontrollable sound of teeth colliding came from the man's mouth. But he didn't dare to open his eyes at all, biting his teeth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

But Li Miao laughed, raised the chopstick, and poked his face twice.

"Look, isn't he a little more lively than just now?"

"This is the role of 'care'; you have to think for him, and only then will he slowly open his heart to you."

"Now you can try to ask questions."

Li Miao turned his head and asked with a smile.

"For example, who taught you these martial arts, and who told you about Little Gao's background and location?"

"Meteor" still closed his eyes tightly, not opening his mouth.

Li Miao turned to look at Gao Anyu: "Little Gao, why do you think he still won't open his mouth?"

Gao Anyu raised a hand.

"Uncle, I know, it must be because the 'care' is not enough!"

Cao Hanyan's eyes twitched again.

Li Miao nodded with a smile.

"Right. But since you and he are already friends, why won't he answer your questions?"

Li Miao induced him step by step.

"You have to stand from his perspective to look at the problem; why would he not open his mouth, why would he not help you, this friend?"

"I think it should be because he can't hear clearly."

"It will be fine if you clear it out."

Li Miao slowly raised his hand and probed the chopstick into the "Meteor's" ear.

Little by little, extremely slowly, it drilled inside.

Shulala, shulala.

Foreign object drilled into the ear canal.

Shulala, shulala.

Little by little, it reached the eardrum.

It didn't stop.

The eardrum let out a wail, gradually deforming, and was slowly stretched to the limit.

"I'll talk!"

"Meteor" suddenly opened his eyes.