Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 139 of 214
"What is it you want to know, and what is it you want me to say?" Lü Silong finally spoke, though his tone was utterly indifferent.
"You were with that bunch today, weren't you?" Yang Ce asked after a moment's thought.
"That bunch? What bunch? I'm just a waiter. I don't know anything about any of that." Lü Silong wore the look of a dead pig that no longer fears boiling water.
"Is that so? Then how did you so conveniently dodge that teapot the kid threw at you?" Yang Ce gave a cold laugh.
"I dodged the teapot—that only means I was lucky. What do you mean, conveniently?" Lü Silong said carelessly. "If you want to talk about convenience, I'd say that move of yours was the convenient one—knocking the teapot right back with one hand. Now that was convenient."
"So you're one of those who won't shed a tear till they see the coffin, eh?" Yang Ce waved a hand at Hou Lin. "Give him a little taste of it."
Hou Lin nodded and walked toward Lü Silong, a stun baton of unknown origin in his hand.
At the sight of the crackling blue sparks, Lü Silong was no longer as calm as before. A flicker of fear slid through his eyes, and he seemed hesitant, seemed to struggle—yet he clenched his jaw tight.
All of this was seen by Yang Juehuan. He was somewhat puzzled, unable to tell what this fellow in front of him really meant. Call him timid? He had been so composed earlier.
But what he had shown in that instant just now was not so composed either.
"Don't electrocute him to death. Aim for the fleshy parts." Yang Ce rather wanted to see how long this fellow could keep up his act.
"Sss—" Lü Silong drew a sharp breath. Clearly, the voltage on Hou Lin's baton was set low, so a shock brought pain without doing any real harm.
"I'll ask you again—were those people today with you?" Yang Ce looked at the grimacing Lü Silong and asked.
Lü Silong clamped his teeth shut, eyes closed, his face a mask of agony.
"Continue," Yang Min ordered Hou Lin.
"Yes." Hou Lin adjusted the baton, then jabbed it into Lü Silong's belly.
"Agh—" Lü Silong let out a howl, the veins on his forehead bulging out.
"This should be about enough, right? I've taken a good bit of pain now. Saying it at this point shouldn't arouse any suspicion, should it?"
A voice surged into Yang Juehuan's mind. There it was—there it was again. Yang Ce watched Lü Silong with keen interest. This fellow's thinking was rather peculiar. What did he mean, saying it now wouldn't arouse suspicion? Had he been putting on an act this whole time?
"No, I can't take it. If this goes on, I won't be able to stand it."
"Awoo—" Lü Silong cried out, then said, "Stop shocking me! I'll talk. I'll tell you everything."
Hou Lin withdrew his hand and stood to one side. Yang Ji fixed his eyes on Lü Silong. "Talk. What's your name?"
"My name is Lü Silong. Everyone calls me A-Long," Lü Silong said meekly.
"That bunch today—were you with them?" Yang Ce pressed on.
"That's right. I really was with those people today," Lü Silong said.
"Oh? So this was premeditated, then?" Yang Yanchuan said.
"I'm just a small fry. Whatever the boss says, we do," Lü Silong said.
"And who is your boss?" Yang Ce continued.
"I—I can't say. If I say, the boss will kill me." A look of terror came over Lü Silong's face.
"If you don't say, I'll have you killed right now." Yang Ce gave a snort. "You think I'd let you walk out of here before I get a satisfactory answer?"
"I really can't say it. If I do, I'm dead either way," Lü Silong said, shaking his head over and over.
"Da Hou, since he won't talk, drag him out and shock his little john until he's dead," Yang Ce said, looking up at Hou Lin.
"No problem." With that, Hou Lin made as if to seize Lü Silong.