140: Chapter 140 Interrogation

"S-Rank Mutant Snake Gallbladder * 1."

"A-Rank Shadow Wood Heart * 1."

"Grandmaster Level Exotic Beast Essence Blood * 1."

In the corner of the transport plane, Lin Fan stared at the scrolling list of supplies on his system panel.

This haul was basically free money.

Just that snake gallbladder alone, if sold on the black market, would start at fifty million.

Not to mention the pile of ninja tools and talismans stripped from Shadow Circle.

Although he had dismissed most of it as trash, with a little packaging and stuffed into blind boxes, selling them to those inexperienced low-rank martial artists would yield hundreds of times the profit.

Lin Fan closed the system interface, feeling refreshed.

The transport plane began to descend, the massive roar numbing his eardrums.

"We've arrived."

Lei Zhan's voice came over the broadcast.

The cabin door opened slowly.

Blinding sunlight poured in instantly.

Lin Fan picked up his backpack, which was just for show, and was the first to stand up.

Behind him, Zhang Mengmeng and the others were still slumped in their seats, faces pale, clearly having not yet recovered from the high-stakes chase they had just experienced.

The group walked out of the cabin onto the tarmac of the Tianjiao Camp base.

A red carpet was laid out.

Three Lieutenant Generals with gold stars on their shoulders stood straight.

Behind them were two full honor guard platoons, their bayonets gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

This formation gave them plenty of face.

It was less like welcoming students and more like welcoming a high-ranking official on an inspection.

Lin Fan's expression remained unchanged as he walked down the red carpet.

He felt neither flattered nor flustered, as if he were long accustomed to such scenes.

"Student Lin Fan."

The lead Lieutenant General strode forward and took the initiative to extend his hand.

His palm was broad and covered in calluses.

"Well done."

Only four words, but they carried the weight of a thousand pounds.

Lin Fan reached out and shook it with moderate force.

"You're too kind, sir."

"I've also found these rats from the gutter to be an eyesore for a long time."

The officer was taken aback for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter.

"I like your straightforward personality."

"Unlike those aristocratic families in the capital, who are full of schemes."

At this moment, the other transport planes landed one after another.

The elite students who had previously mocked Lin Fan walked down one by one.

Some had broken arms, others were limping.

Most were carried down on stretchers by Special Forces Team members.

Even those with minor injuries were disheveled and looked dejected.

They saw Lin Fan standing next to Commander Zhang.

The young man's clothes were neat, and apart from a few dried bloodstains on his cuffs, he wasn't even scratched.

He was chatting and laughing with the military bigwig.

The stark contrast made this group of arrogant Tianjiao Camp members wish they could crawl into a hole in the ground.

Back at the airport, they had laughed at Lin Fan for bringing a bunch of dead weight.

And what was the result?

Lin Fan had taken that dead weight and cleared the boss.

Meanwhile, their group of elites had almost been wiped out by the minions.

Shame, fear.

And a hint of deep awe.

No one dared to raise their head in front of this young man again.

The strong are respected.

This is the only truth in the martial arts world.

In their eyes, Lin Fan was no longer that Shrewd Merchant who set up street stalls, but an insurmountable mountain.

"Everyone, assemble!"

Lei Zhan's roar interrupted everyone's thoughts.

The atmosphere instantly turned somber.

The previously relaxed welcome ceremony took a sudden turn.

Squads of armed military police rushed into the crowd, holding the latest iris scanners and spiritual power detectors.

"According to the highest military directive."

"In view of the serious infiltration that occurred during this trial."

"All participating students, instructors, and logistics personnel."

"Must undergo a secondary background check."

"Anyone with suspicious points will be isolated immediately!"

Lei Zhan's voice was ice-cold.

The crowd instantly became restless.

But seeing the dark gun barrels all around, everyone wisely chose to shut up.

Several deeply hidden "nails" turned pale instantly.

They had originally thought that by escaping the hunt on Ghost Island, they could get away with it.

They hadn't expected the real reckoning to have just begun.

Lin Fan stood on the side, watching coldly.

Watching those students who usually acted so patriotic being dragged away like dead dogs by the military police, he felt no ripples in his heart, and even wanted to laugh.

"The acting is too poor."

"Not even as good as my shills."

"Lin Fan, come with me."

Commander Zhang Ping suddenly spoke up.

"We've run into some trouble at the interrogation room."

"That Shadow Circle has a very tough mouth."

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.

"Tough mouth?"

"That's perfect."

"I like clients with tough mouths."

"People with tough mouths often hide big goods inside."

He picked up the briefcase at his feet.

Inside were the good things he had organized on the plane just now.

"Lead the way."

Underground interrogation room.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood and burnt flesh.

Shadow Circle was locked in a specially made interrogation chair.

Half of the bones in his body had been broken.

All ten of his fingernails had been pulled out.

But he was still smiling.

Smiling maniacally and disdainfully.

"Don't bother."

"We have undergone the most rigorous anti-interrogation training."

"Pain blocking, nerve blocking."

"Your methods are like tickling to me."

The intelligence officer in charge of the interrogation was sweating profusely.

He held a high-voltage electric shocker but didn't know where to start.

All conventional methods had been exhausted.

They had even used a psychic-type ability user to hypnotize him.

But a restriction had been placed on the opponent's consciousness sea.

Once forced to search the soul, it would immediately self-destruct.

The heavy soundproof door was pushed open.

Lin Fan walked in, carrying that silver briefcase.

On the case, four big characters were written crookedly with a black marker: [Honest and Trustworthy].

It was extremely ironic.

Seeing Lin Fan, the intelligence officer was stunned for a moment, just about to scold the unrelated personnel to leave.

Commander Zhang Ping behind him waved his hand.

"Let him try."

The intelligence officer gritted his teeth and stepped aside.

"Be careful, this guy is a maniac."

Lin Fan ignored the intelligence officer's warning.

He walked straight to Shadow Circle.

He pulled over a chair and sat down imposingly.

The distance between the two was less than half a meter.

Lin Fan could even smell the foul air exhaled from the other's mouth.

"Let's get acquainted."

"I am Lin Fan."

"The person who caught you and brought you back."

Shadow Circle lifted his eyelids with effort.

Looking at the young man in front of him.

The resentment in his eyes almost materialized.

"Chinese pig..."

"You will die a miserable death..."

"Long live the Great Sakura Empire..."

Slap!

Lin Fan raised his hand and slapped him.

"If you have the guts, kill me."

"Even if you kill me, I won't spit out a single word."

Lin Fan nodded.

"I knew you would say that."

"So I specially prepared a gift for you."

He placed the briefcase marked "Honest and Trustworthy" on his lap.

Inside, there were no torture tools or drugs.

Only rows of colorful... glass bottles?

They looked like some kind of low-quality beverage.

And a few gaudily packaged candy boxes.

Everyone in the interrogation room was stunned.

What kind of move was this?

Lin Fan picked out a green glass bottle.

A label was stuck on the bottle: [Truth or Dare Special Drink (Enhanced Version)].

This was a trash item he had opened from an F-Rank blind box.

It was originally intended for pranking friends during a Truth or Dare game.

The effect was simple: the person who drank it would uncontrollably answer any question.

And they would spill all their deepest, most shameful secrets.

The side effect was: after speaking, they would fall into a state of extreme depression and self-loathing for three days.

Commonly known as "Social Death Aftermath".

For martial artists, this kind of mental humiliation was ten thousand times more terrifying than physical torture.

Lin Fan shook the green liquid in his hand.

Weird bubbles were rising in the liquid.

"I don't like violence."

"I'm a businessman."

"Businessmen value harmony to make money."

"Drink it."

"Then we can talk business calmly."

Shadow Circle looked at that bottle of green liquid.

He instinctively felt a chill.

Not because of fear.

But because of an unknown, absurd intuition.

"Don't even think about..."

Lin Fan didn't give him a chance to talk nonsense.

He directly grabbed his chin.

"You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

"Force-feed him!"

Gulp, gulp.

An entire bottle of green liquid was forcibly poured down Shadow Circle's throat.

Not a drop was left.

Three seconds.

The interrogation room was dead silent.

Everyone stared at Shadow Circle.

Waiting for a reaction.

Shadow Circle's body suddenly twitched violently.

The eyes that were originally full of resentment and determination instantly became unfocused.

It was like he was drunk.

Or like he had fallen into some strange state of excitement.

Two weird blushes appeared on his cheeks.

"How do you feel?"

Lin Fan asked with a smile.

Shadow Circle burped.

He spat out a puff of green smoke.

"I feel..."

"I feel like I want to sing..."

"I want to dance..."

"I want to tell the story of how I peeked at Widow Wang next door taking a bath when I was a child..."

The intelligence officer's jaw almost dropped to the floor.

The corners of Commander Zhang Ping's mouth twitched.

What the hell kind of medicine is this?

The effect is so immediate?

And the side effects are so... sleazy?

Lin Fan snapped his fingers.

"Very good."

"Now, tell me."

"Where are your strongholds?"

A look of struggle appeared on Shadow Circle's face.

That was his anti-interrogation training resisting the drug's effect.

But in the face of the system's rules, a mortal's willpower was as fragile as paper.

"In..."

"In Jianghai City..."

"South District..."

"Basement of Old Wang's Barbecue Restaurant..."

"And..."

"North District, Red Romance Bath Center..."

"Third floor..."

The intelligence officer reacted extremely quickly.

He immediately picked up his pen and recorded frantically.

His hand was shaking as he wrote.

These strongholds were hidden too deeply.

They were even right under their noses.

If it weren't for Lin Fan, they probably wouldn't have been able to dig them out even in another ten years.

Five minutes later.

Shadow Circle had spilled all the intelligence he knew.

He even revealed private details like his boss liking to wear red underwear.

The whole person was in a state of exhaustion after extreme excitement.

Foaming at the mouth, eyes rolling back.

"That's enough."

Lin Fan stood up.