The pier of Kirigakure Island under the gray sky of the falling sea is extremely dark. Even if there is light illumination, in the extreme darkness, the light is swallowed up, leaving only a weak
The dark light glowed with desolation.
In the swaying dark light, Kirigakure Island Pier had already become deserted, with only scattered figures swaying there.
But in the residential area on the side of the pier, there are dots of stars, but many lights are on.
On a street where I live, a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears, with a middle-aged congenital age, a big belly, and a smell of alcohol is walking forward.
This person is the steward of Kirigakure Island Pier, Jia Ping!
Jia Ping has a hobby, that is, after getting off duty every day, he would go to a roadside wine shop for a drink.
Although in the eyes of others, it would be a bit cheap for a congenital mid-level master to drink in such a wine shop, Jia Ping went his own way, as if he liked this kind of atmosphere very much.
Of course, as to whether Jia Ping really likes this or whether he pretends to like it, only he knows. After all, public wine shops have other things besides wine. For example, places like that are very well-informed.
Today, Jia Ping was no exception. After a drink, he slowly walked home.
After walking several hundred meters on the street, Jia Ping finally came to a unique courtyard, opened the door and walked in.
After returning home, Jia Ping walked to his bedroom as usual.
But this time, just when Jia Ping was about to push down the door, Jia Ping suddenly stopped him.
"Whoosh!"
A pair of small eyes instantly narrowed, Jia Ping's fat face showed seriousness, and he looked sharply at the lock on the bedroom door.
As a spy, Jia Ping has long developed a cautious temperament. All the arrangements at home are orderly and rigorous, and the lock on the bedroom door is no exception.
Although the lock still looked the same as when he went out, Jia Ping still carefully discovered that the lock was slightly shifted from the position where he made the secret note.
He is as cautious as Jia Ping, even if there is something wrong, he will not act rashly!
Jia Ping glanced at the bedroom with doubtful and vigilant eyes. He then turned around and looked around. When he saw that there was no movement, he moved slowly and retreated quietly.
However, just as Jia Ping stepped back, a cold snort suddenly came from the bedroom:
"Hmph! Be careful!"
The cold snort was very soft, but it was like thunder in Jia Ping's ears.
Hearing the sound, Jia Ping's small eyes widened instantly and he suddenly looked towards the bedroom. He was just suspicious at first, but he didn't expect that there was actually someone in the room!
A light flashed in his eyes, and Jia Ping didn't hesitate at all. The true energy in his body surged, and he wanted to jump away.
Although he didn't know who was in the room, his intuition told Jia Ping that he had been exposed. With his identity, he had to disappear immediately!
However, before Jia Ping could move, someone moved faster than him.
As soon as a cold snort came out from the bedroom, a protective shield was suddenly placed on a roof of the small courtyard, instantly covering the courtyard in front of the bedroom and Jia Ping's door.
The shield was dark black, and even though there were waves of light flowing on it, it was inconspicuous under the dark night sky.
"Array?!"
Jia Ping was startled when he saw the falling shield. He was about to snatch it away and suddenly stopped and looked at the roof in shock and anger.
On the roofs around the yard, seven or eight black figures in black flashed out.
Those black figures were all in the early stage of Xiantian. They were standing on the roof, holding strong bows engraved with spiritual patterns and pointing at him.
Although Jia Ping was in the middle stage of Xiantian, his heart sank when he suddenly saw seven or eight early stages of Xiantian, not to mention the formations!
Knowing that he could not leave for a while, Jia Ping's eyes were stern and his body was full of murderous intent. He slowly took out a long knife from his storage bag.
However, just as Jia Ping took out his long knife, the bedroom door exploded with a bang, sending countless sawdust flying everywhere.
However, the door exploded, but nothing came out of the room, and Jia Ping did not see anyone in the room.
Seeing this, Jia Ping not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but was even more shocked in his heart!
"The art of concealment! Assassin?!"
Jia Ping's pupils shrank sharply, and Jia Ping's hair stood on end, and he hurriedly applied a protective shield to himself.
But before Jia Ping's shield could take shape, a plain dagger poked out from the void under Jia Ping's body, and stabbed Jia Ping's lower abdomen with lightning speed.
The position where the dagger poked out was less than ten centimeters from Jia Ping's lower abdomen. Jia Ping was currently in a state of shock and blessing. How could he react when faced with the dagger that appeared in vain?
Suddenly!
"Pfft!"
A line of blood spattered, and the dagger instantly pierced Jia Ping's weak shield, and then plunged into Jia Ping's lower abdomen.
The position of the lower abdomen is exactly where Jia Ping’s Dantian is!
After the dagger penetrated, it immediately punctured Jia Ping's Dantian, and then there was a "pop" sound. The Dantian was like a punctured balloon, and the vast energy was released from the breach where the dagger had penetrated.
And out.
"ah!!!"
The Dantian was pierced, and the power quickly passed away like a flood. The endless pain made Jia Ping's hair and hair go wild, his eyes were red, and he looked up to the sky and roared wildly.
The roar was painful, unwilling and hysterical, instantly detonating the peaceful night.
However, there was a formation shield over the small courtyard. Although Jia Ping's voice was shocking, it was isolated by the shield. No sound was transmitted outside the shield, but only echoed in the courtyard.
And the person holding the dagger didn't let the sound echo for long!
Just after piercing Jia Ping's Dantian, the man holding the dagger slowly emerged from the void, revealing the cruel figure of Yun Mo.
As soon as he appeared, Yun Mo's eyes were cold and stern, and he pulled out the dagger with a 'pop' sound. Then he quickly clicked on several major acupuncture points and mute points on Jia Ping's body with the fingers of his right hand, making Jia Ping unable to move or send any more blows.
A sound came out.
It was only then that the formation shield over the small courtyard was slowly put away.
Then, Qingshan was seen holding an array plate in his hand, and together with the seven or eight men in black on the roof, they rushed into the courtyard.
As soon as he landed, two men in black quickly walked out, tied up Jia Ping, and knocked out one of his teeth.
Although Jia Ping's Dantian was broken, as a former mid-level innate master, such an injury would not lead to death, but would only invalidate his martial arts.
Qingshan glanced at Jia Ping, then waved his hand:
"Take him into the bedroom and torture him!"
Whoosh!
Without any hesitation, four men in black grabbed Jia Ping and rushed into his bedroom, followed closely by Qingshan.
A series of actions were performed smoothly and neatly. From the beginning to the end, no one from the Law Enforcement Hall said a word of nonsense or made any unnecessary movements. At first glance, it was obvious that they were doing this kind of thing!
Seeing several people leading Jia Ping into the bedroom, Yun Mo shook off the blood on his dagger, then put the dagger into his storage bag and stood quietly in the courtyard with his hands folded.
It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour passed that Yun Mo slowly stepped into the bedroom.
In the bedroom.
Jia Ping was hung by his hands on the beam. Except for the wound on his lower abdomen and the missing teeth in his mouth, there were no other wounds on his body, just as he did before entering the bedroom.
But despite this, veins popped up on Jia Ping's neck and forehead, his face flushed, his small eyes stared as if he was enduring great pain, and his blood-stained mouth was closing quickly, like
Are you talking about something?
Especially when he saw Yun Mo coming in, Jia Ping twisted his body as much as he could, stretched his neck towards Yun Mo, and opened and closed his mouth crazily.
But no matter what, Jia Ping was tapped on his mute point. No matter how hard he tried, there was still no sound.
Yun Mo glanced at Jia Ping, then looked at Qingshan aside, and said calmly:
"What is he saying?"
"He said he was willing to tell us whatever we wanted to know. He just wanted to die quickly!"
Qingshan had already read Jia Ping's lip language, and now looked at Jia Ping with a sneer. Jia Ping was in great pain, and with his teeth knocked out, he couldn't commit suicide even if he wanted to.
Hearing this, Yun Mo looked at Jia Ping again.
Seeing Jia Ping's miserable expression, Yun Mo sneered:
"I'm not arresting you to make you say anything. I don't believe what you say! So, just hold it in, I don't need you to say anything!"
After saying that, Yun Mo looked at the four men in black and shouted coldly:
"Hurry up, from the body to the spirit, don't hold back, you will die, just save a breath!"
"yes!"
The four men in black didn't hesitate at all, and immediately fired another burst of output at Jia Ping.
Suddenly, Jia Ping was in so much pain that he couldn't make any sound, so he could only make a painful sound of "hmm" from his nostrils.
Yunmo and Qingshan were silent, just standing there and watching quietly.