Princess Against the World

"Do you think that Young Master Ben likes to smell your stinky feet?! If it wasn't for the Third Young Master's orders, Young Master Ben wouldn't bother to listen to you howling here..."

He put the feather on his left hand, and his right hand leisurely spread out the pen and paper, dipped in thick ink.

"Who is the last name and first name, how old this year is, where does the family live, who is in the family, how many acres of land are in the family, how many acres of land per capita...Tell me!!!"

Jiao Guanshi's feet are itchy, crying and laughing, almost breaking down.

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

Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes uncomfortably: "Big and young people don't like to ask repeatedly!! Don't talk nonsense, talk about it!"

When Major General Ling San sent him, he specifically instructed him to pry open his mouth no matter what method was used, and take out everything he could take out.

She also specifically explained.

For treacherous people like Jiao Guanshi, we must use fatigue tactics.

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

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

Those who were tortured Jiao Guan wanted to bite their tongues and commit suicide.

This is really itchy!

No, he could only cry and laugh while answering the question that he had said N times, and then answered it again.

Feng Chenglin scratched his foot with his left hand and wrote with his right hand, somewhat incongruous and writing very slowly.

I was doing dual purposes, and suddenly I noticed that someone was blocking the light behind me, and I choked with uncomfortable noise.

"Keep it open, don't you see that Young Master is busy writing!?"

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

Feng Chenglin jumped up like a needle in his butt: "San Shao..."

He seems to have done nothing wrong!

Didn’t she teach all of this!

Ling Luoyu squinted his eyes and pushed him aside.

"Learn to deal with this kind of person. He won't be honest if he doesn't see blood...Xiao You!"

Outside the door, Xiao You entered with a black face, holding a cracked broken porcelain pot in his left hand and a rusty machete in his right hand.

Feng Chenglin looked dumbfounded: "What is this going to do?!"

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

"White knife in! Red knife out!!!"

Jiao Guanshi: "..."

What does this mean? !

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

Why is this still coming? !

Feng Chenglin picked up the rusty machete and made gestures on Jiao Guanshi.

"Such a blunt knife, how many strokes would it take to cut his stomach..."

Jiao Guanshi stretched his neck and swallowed, completely collapsed.

"I beg you, you just kindly reward me with a knife and kill me... Don't slow down the knife, saw me a little bit... I am afraid of pain..."

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "A joke! If you are not afraid of pain, just play with you..."

She grabbed a few pieces of paper recorded by Feng Chenglin, flipped it over at random, and threw it to the fat man unhappy.

"After recording for most of the day, I just said something trivial! Xiao You, you come to the chief, Fatty writes! If he dares to have a tendency to lie, don’t be polite. You can pierce wherever you want, and you can dig where you want..."

Xiao Youyan smiled and looked at the rusty knife in his hand, smiling wickedly.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you..."

Jiao Guanshi has the heart to recognize the thief as the father.

Slowly cutting the meat is better than killing it with one knife!