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"Stop this pointless struggle, we have already investigated your background thoroughly. Your name is Wang Jiaquan, and your English name is Charlie. He specifically hired them to be assassins for the Wealthy Class families. Two years ago, you hired the Davis family in England to successfully assassinate the Davis family's arch-nemesis, Wardworth Aiden. It sparked a family fight and enabled Davis to successfully acquire all of the businesses in Vodwa Eden. Since then, your hiring price has risen to ten million dollars. Am I right, Mr Wang? "

Zhang De calmly finished recounting the information. Hearing these words, the pupils of Wang Jiaghao, who was tied to the pillar, started to dilate.

"Zhang De, your explanation is not detailed enough. The rest can be replenished by the Dark Night. " Hou Chengyi's fingers swayed to and fro to the rhythm of the music, as if he was directing a concert. He is the best conductor of music.

"It's a great music, you know? This is Chopin's Practice of Grief. It really gives one a faint sense of sadness. "

Houyi swirled the red wine in his goblet and carefully savored it.

"Mr. Wang Jiaghao, please allow me to call you that. Your ancestry is China. In your grandfather's generation, your family migrated to Indonesia. Because your family has fallen, you have been through a lot of hardships. Your brother has a rare familial inherited disease. In order to treat your brother, your family sent you to the bodyguard school. What makes you stand out is the assassination at the time of a coup, and the successful assassination and your retreat in the chaos. "

The dark night told the Wang family one word at a time.

"What do you want to do? Who are you? "Why do you know so much about my affairs?" Wang Jiaquan, who was tied to the pillar, had already begun to crumble.

He had been here for three days, and the killers he had brought with him were tied together and tortured. Their interrogators wouldn't let them sleep, and they were often dazzled by the super-watts of incandescent light. He could endure all of this. Ever since he was young, he had received these kinds of training.

What was most unbearable to him was that they forcefully pulled out his partner's fingernails. He was covered in blood. And then, piece by piece, they were all the same thickness. It had cut open his partner's great arteries, but to prevent him from dying immediately, was it not necessary to bandage the man who had been tortured? In order to prevent the victim from screaming, he was given a lethal injection and his tongue was cut off. He was forced to watch it for two whole days.

In the end, the meat was completely sliced, leaving only one heart beating. Their interrogator brought a wolfhound that had been starved for a long time. He released the reins, and the wolfhound pounced with bloodshot eyes and swallowed the man's heart in one gulp. The pitiful person died without even making a sound.

After his death, the interrogators immediately cleaned up the factory, washing away all the blood and water. The remaining corpses were all thrown into the furnace and turned into ashes.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance, and as he looked at this scene, he felt increasingly terrified. The person who had come with him had been killed in front of him, but he was left alone.

"Nothing, I just wanted to chat with you." I know you also like classical music. "What do you think of this' Practice Sad '?"