Chapter 2317 — Truth or Lie?
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"I'll talk! I'll talk! Just let me go first, I'm begging you... ah... it hurts so much!" the man at the center howled in agony.
"Fine. But if you don't cooperate, I'll have no choice but to give you a taste of something even nastier!" Wei Zhao said, flicking his right hand again; several silver needles flew out, and Big Feng returned to normal.
"Hah..." Big Feng let out a long breath. Wei Zhao's technique had nearly killed him just now, and at this moment he felt an indescribable lightness throughout his body—a sensation of having died and come back to life! He wiped his brow and found it already drenched in sweat.
What had just passed was a terror and torment straight out of hell, leaving him shaken to the core and hating Wei Zhao with all his heart. Yet when he saw that Wei Zhao, after releasing his acupoints, did not stop him from wiping his sweat, a scheme instantly took root in his mind.
He would take advantage of Wei Zhao's momentary slackening and kill himself! The moment this bold idea took shape, Big Feng put it into action—he suddenly drew a compact little pistol from his body and pressed it to his own temple, firing!
"Bang!"
The familiar gunshot never came. That deafening "bang" was Wei Zhao stamping his foot down on Big Feng's right hand—Big Feng's right palm, pistol and all, was crushed to a bloody pulp beneath Wei Zhao's heel!
"Seems you haven't had your fill of fun yet? How about it? Shall we go again?" Wei Zhao looked at Big Feng coldly, lifting his foot as he spoke.
Big Feng stared at his palm, now a mangled mass of flesh and bone, almost too miserable to weep. The agony in his heart far surpassed the pain in his hand. He was an expert at the peak of the late Xuan rank; in theory, his draw-and-fire had been fast enough—yet Wei Zhao had still beaten him to it, crushing his hand first. A profound sense of defeat washed over Big Feng.
Lost. Utterly lost!
Big Feng sighed. The man before him was not someone he could fight or play tricks against. If he did not want to suffer, his only choice was to cooperate with Wei Zhao—otherwise, that agony of wishing for death would very likely repeat itself!
"What do you want to know? I'll cooperate!" Big Feng said. "But after you get what you want, please finish me off."
"Oh?" Wei Zhao was slightly taken aback. This Big Feng really was interesting—most men cooperated in order to live, but he cooperated in order to die. Truly remarkable.
"Once I've said all this, the Red Conch won't spare me anyway, so just kill me outright." Seeing Wei Zhao's expression, Big Feng knew what he was thinking and explained.
"What is your role in the Red Conch Gang? How many people are there in the Red Conch's headquarters in Qingrun City, and besides you, how many ** are there?" Wei Zhao asked in one breath.
"What I do in the Red Conch—you've seen it yourself. This bar. I hold this place down, receiving the merchants who come here to pick up goods. In truth, I'm just a fairly big drug lord," Big Feng said, telling the truth. "As for how many people the Red Conch has, that's hard to estimate. There are core members and peripheral members—you saw it yourself, Chui Zi is a peripheral member. I've never kept count of that data! As for the other **, though I count as a fairly core figure in the Red Conch, how many ** there are—that I really don't know!"
"You really don't know?" Wei Zhao frowned, looking Big Feng straight in the eye. "If you'd said something else, I might believe you, but that you don't know how many ** there are—do you believe that yourself? You are a ** yourself, and no weak one at that. Would you really never spar with the other ** in the gang?"
"All right, the truth is, the Third Boss of the Red Conch's Qingrun City branch is also a **!" Big Feng said helplessly. "Revealing this will certainly earn me severe punishment, but since I'm doomed either way, I might as well tell you."