The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 43 - Fear No Torture Never Give Up or Let Go Never Unload the Divine Power

43: Chapter 43: Fear No Torture, Never Give Up or Let Go, Never Unload the Divine Power

43 -43: Fear No Torture, Never Give Up or Let Go, Never Unload the Divine Power

Loves White Silk, having just had a bowl of meat soup, smiled when he saw the miserable-looking Loves White Silk.

But Loves White Silk had no smile.

Knowing what Old Mand had stewed, Loves White Silk felt bile churning in his stomach.

But it smelled so good.

It smelled really good!

Old Mand said, “Didn’t your mayor of Ronin ever tell you to never trust those mutants?”

“He never said that,” Loves White Silk replied, puffing his cheeks, fearing he might spew everything out.

Such a great game, why must they always bring in the Cult Scriptures?

He was so angry now; if they directly provoked Old Mand and the others and got chopped to death by swords, he surely wouldn’t agree.

Now he just wanted to wait for his own people to arrive and then watch this group of bastards get chopped to death.

He needed to stall for time.

He could also play the “vision” to keep watch in real time.

“Tell me everything about Prey Town,” Old Mand said, seeing how compliant and obedient Loves White Silk was, he figured severe punishment could be spared.

He always preferred soft-spined enemies.

It saved trouble.

“Prey Town…” Loves White Silk opened his mouth but said nothing.

At the same time, he wondered internally, “Is this some special quest, but I accidentally came here, causing critical plot points to be skipped?”

It seemed he needed to find Prey Town first, then follow the storyline there, and come back here to advance the plot.

He thought it through well, but it was clear Old Mand wouldn’t let him leave, much less allow him to go to Prey Town to complete the necessary backstories.

“People of Prey Town, a lot, everyone’s life, very good,” Loves White Silk spoke dryly, “Yes, very good.”

He didn’t even know what that place was.

“I underestimated you,” Old Mand shook his head.

“How could those who survive in these times be soft-spined?”

He opened the cage and proceeded with the punishment.

“Damn, what is this, cutting fingers?” Loves White Silk curiously asked when pulled out and one hand was pressed on the table.

Seeing his easy demeanor, Old Mand forced a smile and pulled a dagger from his boot sheath.

The sharp dagger pressed against Loves White Silk’s pinky, easily drawing a red line.

Blood seeped out.

The table pooled with blood.

“Hiss,” Loves White Silk took a cool breath.

He had already blocked out the pain sensation; it really didn’t hurt.

But seeing his finger cut like that and blood flowing out plentifully, phantom pain was still there.

Seeing Loves White Silk’s grimacing face, Old Mand showed a satisfied smile.

Fear was manageable.

A man has only ten fingers but eleven chances!

He had a way to make Loves White Silk feel fear and cooperate in answering his questions.

The dagger slightly lifted, then forcefully pressed down.

Snap, the pinky was cut off.

“Damn!” Loves White Silk yelled out.

“Hahahaha!” Old Mand laughed heartily.

The others were similar, observing the panic and…a smile on Loves White Silk’s face?

Wait, a smile!

“Pretty interesting, bro,” Loves White Silk curiously looked at his severed finger, experiencing being chopped for the first time.

He had watched movies about torture before, attempting to imagine himself in them… and then realizing, just the phantom pain was unbearable, imagine a bamboo stick under a fingernail.

Hiss—

But now, Loves White Silk faced the torture with a smile, his enemies shocked, feeling a kind of exhilarating recognition.

So, this was what it felt like to endure torture and pain to protect one’s principles.

He didn’t feel the pain, but he experienced that spirit of giving up everything else just to guard a secret in his heart, the determination as though he would proceed alone against a million adversaries.

He was somewhat moved by himself, tears brimming in his eyes.

There was just one imperfection, his desperate efforts had nothing to do with Prey Town, and it wasn’t that he didn’t want to reveal secrets about Prey Town; he simply didn’t know them.

Well, might as well keep looking cool.

“Interesting, let’s see how long you can endure!” Old Mand pointed the dagger toward Loves White Silk’s ring finger.

The finger was cut, falling down!

“Wow,” Loves White Silk remained composed.

Old Mand stared at that ugly, ferocious green-haired face, trying to discern fear and pain, but he was disappointed.

Except for an initial surprise, all he saw in the other’s eyes was curiosity.

It was as if he felt no pain, as if the arm didn’t belong to him but to someone else.

Old Mand gritted his teeth, “Take off his pants!”

“Damn it, what are you doing?!” Loves White Silk suddenly panicked.

Chopping off his own fingers didn’t work, so now you’re chopping up paper?

You only see things in black and white, you bastard.

The more he struggled, the happier these colorblind bastards became.

“Old Mand!”

“What’s up, you’re pretty skilled at stripping women, so what, can’t do the same for men?”

“No, it’s not that, this ugly guy’s underwear won’t come off.”

“What?”

Old Mand stared at the underwear that seemed to grow on his skin, falling into silence.

This must be some kind of magic, but why use magic to make underwear grow on the skin, how would he go to the toilet, how would he vent…

He looked at Loves White Silk with sympathy.

Loves White Silk broke down: “Damn, what’s that look for and, who are you calling ugly, does this handsome face look ugly to you?!”

Getting his fingers chopped, getting paper cut, none of that irritated Loves White Silk as much as this did.

“Let’s try another method,” Old Mand, encountering such a weird character, suddenly didn’t know what to do.

Killing was definitely not an option; they were following Serene’s orders and had to find out what was happening in Prey Town, a live hostage was very useful.

If it’s possible to resolve the problem without bloodshed that would be best, after all, this wasn’t just Serene’s order, but also another superior’s goal in expanding territories.

Torture, haha, laugh it off.

More torture, still laughing it off.

Until his right hand was completely bare, Loves White Silk hadn’t spit out any useful intelligence.

“I admit I underestimated you,” Old Mand tired, casually stabbed the dagger into the table.

Looking at Loves White Silk who remained unfazed, this was the first time he had seen someone so tough.

There are those who aren’t afraid of death, but are there really those who aren’t afraid of torture?

“Kill him,” Old Mand waved his hand.

Rather than wasting time, might as well slaughter and eat the meat.

“Wait!” Hearing that he was about to be killed, Loves White Silk panicked.

He was a hostage and also a key observer, if he died, what about the undead that hadn’t arrived yet, how would he ensure his claim to the ultimate credit and…

kill-stealing.

“Oh?” A smile reappeared on Old Mand’s face.

Being scared is good, it means he can cooperate.

“I~”

Loves White Silk dragged out his voice.

“Can~”

“Re~”

“veal~”

“The~”

“In~”

“For~”

“Ma~”

“Tion~”

Deliberately dragging out the ends of words, gasping after each word; if Old Mand and his people couldn’t tell that Loves White Silk was stalling for time, then it’d discredit their survival in this apocalyptic world.

“You’re stalling for time; who do you think can come save you?” Old Mand scoffed: “Even if Prey Town’s guards come here without the protection of their walls, they’ll only find death upon arrival.”

His team had nothing left; now, they’ve given up everything including their souls just to survive.

Old Mand’s group wasn’t under his direct command, but they were all wanderers, all hoping to pledge allegiance to Serene and…

all of them had consumed the mutated abominations, those Blood Lambs. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

To sacrifice something, is to gain something.

As long as they could survive, all sacrifices were worth it.

Unexpectedly, Loves White Silk vigorously nodded in agreement.

All he needed was to buy time, no matter the chitchat, sitting here was about stalling you.

Contact had already been made with Loves White Silk, including his old gaming buddies Black Tortoise Shield, Moon Slash Blade, and Dragon Scale Sword.

They have arrived!

Before the ceaseless chatter and confident demeanor of Old Mand, Loves White Silk just wanted to exclaim:

Look, the corpse is talking!