"Do you think I like to smell your stinky feet?! If it weren't for the third young master's instructions, I wouldn't bother to listen to your howl here..."

He changed his feathers to his left hand, and leisurely spread the paper and pen with his right hand, dipped it in thick ink.

"Who is the last name? How old is this year? Where is your family living, who is in your family? How many acres of land does your family have? How many acres of land per capita... Tell me!!!"

Manager Jiao’s feet were so itchy that he cried and laughed, and he was almost collapsed.

"Ancestor!! How many times have you asked this question? Why do you still ask..."

Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes unhappy: "I don't like to ask repeatedly!! Don't talk nonsense, just talk!"

When Major General Ling San was sent here, he gave a special order, no matter what method he used, he would pry open his mouth and take out all the things he could take out.

She also gave it out specifically.

For treacherous people like Guanshi Jiao, fatigue tactics should be used.

In other words, you have to ask the same question over and over again to find flaws in his answers.

This is a major interrogation method to prevent the other party from lying.

Manager Jiao was so tickled that he wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

This is really unbearable!

He could not, so he could only answer the question he had said n times while crying and laughing.

Feng Chenglin scratched the soles of his feet with his left hand and wrote with his right hand. He was somewhat inconsistent and he wrote very slowly.

Just as he was using both minds, he suddenly noticed that someone was blocking the light behind him, and he was immediately unhappy and choked.

"Let's go away, I didn't see that Ben Shao was busy writing!?"

"Fatty, are you trying to confess? Or are you playing a bundled SM game with him?! You are using feathers... Why don't you use hair?!"

Feng Chenglin jumped up like a needle pricking his butt: "Three Young Master..."

He seemed to have done nothing wrong!

Isn’t all this taught her?

Ling Luoyu glanced sideways and pushed him aside.

"Learn to deal with such people, he will not honestly explain without blood... Xiao You!"

Xiao You, who was outside the door, entered with a black face, held a broken porcelain basin with his left hand and a rusty machete in his right hand.

Feng Chenglin looked confused: "What are you going to do?!"

Xiao You threw down the things in his hand like a pig, rolling his sleeves with his black face.

"The white knife comes in! The red knife comes out!!!"

Manager Jiao: "..."

What does this mean?!

Haven't you been struggling for several rounds just now?

Why do you still need to come?!

Feng Chenglin picked up the rusty machete and gestured to Manager Jiao for a few moves.

"A such a dull knife, how many times will it take to cut his stomach..."

Manager Jiao stretched his neck and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and he completely collapsed.

"I beg you, just give me a good reward and kill me... Don't just take a slow knife and kill me with a dull flesh, and kill me bit by bit... I'm afraid of pain..."

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "Just! If you are not afraid of pain, you will play something else with you..."

She grabbed a few pieces of paper recorded by Feng Chenglin, looked around casually, and threw them to the fat man in dissatisfaction.

"After recording for most of the day, I will talk about trivial matters! Xiao You, you will take the lead and the fat man will write! If he dares to have a lie, don't be polite. You can prick whatever you want, and chop wherever you want..."

Xiao Youteng smiled and looked at the rust knife in his hand, and smiled badly.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you with just one knife..."

Manager Jiao has the heart to recognize the thief as his father.

It is better to kill a knife than to cut a flesh with a slow knife!
Chapter completed!