Chapter 41 (2/2)

The middle-aged man believed Qingyu's words and had identified Qingyu Meng's new identity. If Qingyu came casually again, he would be disabled even if he didn't die.

”It's really troublesome to meet a man of backbone like you!”

Qingyu head sighed helplessly. His content was combined with the current situation, which directly stunned the spy in shayin village.

”No way...”

Qingyu squats down and picks up a huge pliers that needs to be held with both hands.

This pliers is similar to the metal texture of iron chain.

It's rusty.

There was an unknown amount of blood covered.

”We can only intensify our efforts!”

Say it.

Qingyu walks towards the middle-aged man with pliers.

”Don't... don't... don't...”

When the middle-aged man saw the huge pliers, he thought of the man who had just foolishly smashed people with a iron chain. He couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart.

”It's up to you to explain this time!”

Qingyu took the pliers and went straight to the middle-aged man's face.

This pliers is used to break nails.

Qingyu has seen how to use it in sennaieaton's memory.

The so-called ten fingers connect the heart.

The pain of breaking nails is not tolerable by ordinary people. Coupled with the visual impact brought by huge pliers, it will always be unbearable if it is broken slowly one by one.

But

Qingyu is like what he said.

He is a cute new man.

I have no idea how to use these tools.

Directly put the huge pliers against the middle-aged man's face.

”You... You... You... What are you doing?”

The middle-aged man's heart is about to jump out. He instinctively wants to break free from the rope, but the sharp pain in his chest affects his nerves, which makes it difficult for him to act when he is tied.

”Your mouth is too tight. I'm going to pull out your teeth to see if you can talk.” Qingyu said calmly.

”My move! I move! I can do anything! ” The middle-aged man was full of excitement, and he felt inexplicable. He said to be frank from the beginning. How did he become strict in his mouth?

”I haven't seen such an iron man as you for a long time.” Qingyu ignored the middle-aged man's words, directly opened the pliers, clamped it on the latter's mouth, and said in a very gentle tone: ”open your mouth.”

”HMM...” the middle-aged man dared not open his mouth. He immediately closed his mouth tightly, and his eyes flickered with fear. He was not afraid to torture ninjas seriously and experienced. He was afraid of this sprouting new who didn't play cards according to the routine. He didn't know what he was going to face.

”Your mouth is really strict. I can't even see my teeth.” There was a feeling in Qingyu's tone that I had guessed everything.

“？？？！！！” The middle-aged man had a heart to explain, but the pliers were right in front of his mouth. He didn't dare to open his mouth. He kept complaining in his heart. He had been an undercover spy for two years. He never thought he would end up like this.

”There's no way. In order for you to confess, I can only open your mouth.” Qingyu suddenly swung the huge pliers in his hand and patted directly at the middle-aged man's mouth. He had full strength in his hand and didn't leave any hands at all.

This time.

We don't need any sympathy from the virgin.

As a ninja in Muye village.

Qingyu is very selfish.

He just wanted to quietly stay in the torture department and read his memory silently.

But

This kind of trouble appeared in front of us.

He must take good care of it.

After all, the intelligence from this spy may cause casualties to other ninjas in Muye village.

For a moment.

The middle-aged man glared.

It's not good to cry in my heart.

I saw the pliers in front of me getting closer and bigger, and then I felt a huge impact and tremor, followed by strong pain.

Bang!

Qingyu directly hit the middle-aged man's mouth with pliers in his hand. With a loud noise, the middle-aged man's teeth broke several, his lips burst and blood gushed, showing a bloody scene.

”It seems that I'm still too kind. I have to show some real skills to deal with hard bones like you.”

Qingyu then throws the pliers on the ground and turns to look for other props.

”I... I move...”

The voice of the middle-aged man was a little deformed. When he spoke, the blood kept flowing out.

”It's not a trick!”

Qingyu's figure suddenly stopped, and his backhand gave a thumb to the middle-aged man.

”You really have backbone!”