Seeing that this thing was so timid, Ye Feng proudly took out a glittering knife and came to the other party with a disdainful expression.

"It's very simple, you just need to tell me where the confidential documents you stole are placed, and I can consider sparing your life. Ye Feng asked indifferently while sharpening his nails with a knife.

"I don't know, I don't know what you're talking about, we've never stolen any confidential texts. Hearing Ye Feng's words, the middle-aged man's heart tightened, and he hurriedly replied.

Although he was afraid of death, he would never be able to tell the whereabouts of the confidential text. If he doesn't tell Wen Jiàn's whereabouts, he may die. But if he tells Wen Jiàn's whereabouts, then he will not be the only one who will die.

If the organization knew that he had betrayed the organization, I am afraid that the organization would kill his entire family, and at the same time, it would send assassins to carry out endless assassination operations against him.

"Okay, I'll let you taste what it means to not be able to survive and not to die. Hearing the other party's words, Ye Feng smiled cruelly and grabbed the other party.

While grabbing the middle-aged man, Ye Feng directly made a very deep cut on the middle-aged man's arm.

In an instant, bright red blood flowed out of the big mouth. It seems that this product is usually very happy, and judging from the speed at which he bleeds, it belongs to the kind of pampered goods at all.

"Ahh

"Oh~~~~This hurts? Seeing the appearance of the middle-aged man, Ye Feng laughed disdainfully. Then I found a packet of table salt.

Since he had the experience of cooking before, Ye Feng prepared some seasonings in the chaotic space. Now it's just a little bit of a use.

"Look, you've shed so much blood, so I'll sprinkle some salt on it and help you fill the wound, okay?" Ye Feng said casually while tearing open the packaging bag of table salt.

"No... No. I beg you, don't!" Seeing Ye Feng's actions, the middle-aged man hurriedly stopped wailing. A whispered pleading.

"Well, as long as you can tell me where those texts are, I will not add salt to you, and at the same time heal your wounds. How about it?" Ye Feng gestured to pour salt. He asked loudly.

This is Ye Feng's last chance to give the other party, if this middle-aged man still doesn't know what to do and refuses to tell Wen Jiàn's whereabouts, then Ye Feng will take a series of tortures, and he will not be soft.

"No... You kill me, please kill me!" Hearing Ye Feng's words, the middle-aged man shook his head like a rattle and did not agree.

"Alright then! Welcome to my torture. I hope your mouth is still able to be so hard now. "Hear each other's words. Ye Feng smiled and poured the salt on the other party's wound.

"Oh~ah~oh~" As Ye Feng poured salt on the middle-aged man's wound, the middle-aged man wailed loudly again, and this time it was even more miserable.

"Cool, don't you? You don't have to be so happy, you'll be even happier later. Seeing the middle-aged man's painful expression, Ye Feng grinned, and once again made a deep cut on the other party's other arm.

"Ahh

In the midst of the other party's screams, Ye Feng sprinkled salt again on top of the middle-aged man's new wound.

"Oh~ah~oh~ah~" After being touched by Ye Feng like this, the middle-aged man let out a strange cry again, and his appearance looked very painful.

Seeing that the other party's expression was very exciting, Ye Feng's heart was very refreshing. You must know that this product is equivalent to a traitor, Ye Feng tortured him, and the sense of accomplishment in his heart was very strong.

"Okay! Let's play it another way, and I'm going to make you crooked. After the middle-aged man's wailing gradually subsided, Ye Feng grinned, as if playing a trick, and made an iron bench.

This bench is very strange, very much like a stove, and there is some charcoal in it.

That's right, this is the stove made by Ye Feng. The prisoner was pressed to a bench, and then inside the bench, a fire was kindled.

Until the bench burns red, the prisoner's buttocks will become red and even roasted due to the huge heat, and the picture must be very perfect.

Ye Feng looked at the other party evilly, and then lit the charcoal in the stool. In order to ignite the charcoal in the stool as much as possible, Ye Feng used the Flame of Heavenly Punishment, although this would be a bit of a waste of spirit, but it was also worth it.

As the charcoal was ignited, the stool was gradually heated, and seeing the heat rising from it, Ye Feng forcibly pressed the other party and sat on the stove stool.

Woo~Whoo~

As the middle-aged man's buttocks sat on the stool, the sound of roasting meat suddenly came from the space, and at the same time, a burst of aroma entered Ye Feng's nose.

"Oh!oh!" Feeling the sharp pain in his buttocks, the middle-aged man wailed and struggled hard, trying to break free from Ye Feng's restraints and escape from the torture of burning his buttocks.

"Be honest with Lao Tzu!" Seeing that the middle-aged man's struggle was getting bigger and bigger, Ye Feng hurriedly slapped the other party hard and warned loudly.

In the midst of Ye Feng's warning, the middle-aged man stopped yelling, but the intensity of his struggle became stronger and stronger.

But no matter how much strength he used, he was not Ye Feng's opponent after all. Under Ye Feng's terrifying power, his struggle could only end in vain.

I felt that there were 10,000 ants biting on my buttocks, which was itchy and painful. And no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape this fate, and the middle-aged man screamed and fainted.

"It's really boring!" Seeing that the middle-aged man fainted so quickly, Ye Feng laughed and scolded speechlessly, and then woke up the other party.

"Woo! Woo!" As he woke up, the middle-aged man felt the pain in his buttocks and wailed loudly.

Seeing the other party's nest appearance, Ye Feng gave the other party a kick, and at the same time used it to heal at the same time, making the other party's ass as before.

"I didn't like it just now, I've cured you now, let's continue. Seeing that the stove stool could still burn for a while, Ye Feng grinned, and then pressed the middle-aged man on the stool again.

Woo~Whoo~

"Oh!oh!" With a 'swish' sound, the middle-aged man screamed again, trying hard to break free from Ye Feng's shackles, protect his ass, and let his ass no longer be hurt. (To be continued......)