The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 324

Chapter 324
Gao Anyu's excited voice was still echoing when the enemy in front of him slowly fell down without even struggling. His chest stopped rising and falling, and a large amount of blood flowed from his seven orifices.

Meanwhile, the other four "meteors" stared in horror at the corpse of their companion.

"Second brother!"

"How could this be! This whip couldn't even harm that black ruler, yet he seemed like a completely different person after just hearing the incantation once!"

"It's weird!"

The four of them exchanged glances, then slowly moved forward, their eyes involuntarily glancing at Li Miao.

They clearly possessed weapons capable of countering Gao Anyu, and were intimately familiar with his martial arts and techniques. Since receiving guidance from someone, they had spent the past six months preparing countermeasures for all of Gao Anyu's methods and had mastered them thoroughly.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, even if we don't defeat Gao Anyu today, we'll certainly inflict serious damage on him. After a further pursuit, we should be able to avenge this loss of our livelihood!
But it was this middle-aged man who seemed to know no martial arts and had been forgotten by them from the beginning, who turned the whole situation around with just a few words!

"No, that's not right!"

One of them was startled, recalling the words Li Miao had said when he first instructed Cao Hanyan.

"This person is strange; he may be a far greater threat than Gao Anyu!"

"The methods prepared for Gao Anyu have been rendered useless, and with such an unfathomable person by our side... things are beyond saving!"

Those who roam the underworld and engage in the despicable business of kidnapping people are the most adept at maximizing profits and minimizing harm, and are also the least concerned with saving face among the江湖人 (jianghu people, people of the underworld).

There's no need for any communication, and there's absolutely no need to check on other people's movements—

The four of them darted away and ran outside as fast as they could!

"Split up and run!"

Just as one of them uttered the words, a scream came from beside him, followed by Gao Anyu's joyful shout.

"Uncle Li, your technique is really effective!"

His pupils contracted sharply, his feet slammed into the ground, and he dodged away from Gao Anyu's direction, leaping onto the roof to escape.

Just as he leaped several meters onto the rooftop, a cold light suddenly flashed beside him.

Blood splattered.

My left knee felt warm at first, then suddenly cold, and then I lost all feeling in it. My whole body flipped over abruptly and fell off the roof, tracing a scarlet arc in the air.

Cao Hanyan sheathed her sword, jumped off the roof, reached out and lifted him up, then turned and walked back towards the inn.

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"Oh, a human trafficker."

"No wonder it looks disgusting."

Li Miao raised an eyebrow.

Gao Anyu nodded and briefly recounted his grudge against this "Crippled Meteor." Seeing that Li Miao didn't ask any more questions, he turned around.

Five "Meteor" soldiers arrived in total. Gao Anyu had just learned the "Limitless Shaking Zen" technique and didn't know his own strength, so he killed two of them.

There are three left, all pinned to the wall in a "太" shape with chopsticks. Their heads are drooping in front of their chests, looking as if they've fainted.

Li Miao scoffed.

"Playing dead?"

"Perfect timing, I can finish the classes I didn't finish before."

"Xiao Cao, Xiao Gao."

They both responded in unison.

Li Miao stood up, grabbed a chopstick from the table, tapped it in his palm, and slowly walked to one of the people's sides.

"The interrogation techniques I taught you before were, to be honest, just basic techniques, insignificant little tricks. You can learn them and play with them, but don't take them too seriously."

Cao Hanyan's eye twitched.

getting Started?

Skinning, tendons, bones, and marrow, tearing a person apart until only half remains... is it just "a trivial trinket"?
Li Miao, seemingly oblivious to his reaction, smiled slightly from an angle where Cao Hanyan couldn't see, and continued speaking.

"Torture is like martial arts. External techniques are just a form of expression. Whether it's kicking or punching, they are just ways to release internal energy. The essential difference lies in internal strength and internal energy."

"In terms of interrogation, 'internal strength' is 'philosophy.' What you think interrogation is determines the style and direction of interrogation."

"As I've told you before, only laymen would think that torture is a way to torment an opponent. Making the opponent suffer so much pain that they are afraid is just a low-level method."

Li Miao slowly tapped the chopsticks in his palm, looking the person nailed to the wall up and down.

"I believe that interrogation is a form of communication." "But most of the time, the person being interrogated actually refuses to communicate with you. Take this hero, for example—"

Li Miao picked up his chopsticks and poked the person in front of him twice in the face.

“Look, he can’t even control his breathing, his heart is pounding like a drum, and his fingers are shaking, but he still stubbornly pretends to be unconscious. That’s a sign that he’s resisting communicating with you.”

"What should you do in this situation?"

Before the two could answer, Li Miao said with a smile.

"You need to make him understand that you are his friend, and that friends should care about each other."

"He lost half a leg; he must be very cold now."

Without warning, Li Miao twirled the chopsticks in his hand and suddenly plunged them into the neck of another person.

The "shooting star" in front of him had its eyes tightly closed when suddenly it felt some warm liquid sprayed onto its cheek, followed by a pitiful whimper.

Li Miao pulled out the chopsticks, and blood gushed from the punctured blood vessel on the side of the neck, the warm liquid dripping onto the "meteor" in front of him.

"Yes, he should be warmer now."

Li Miao said it casually.

Dede dede—

The sound of teeth clashing could not be suppressed and came from the man's mouth. But he didn't dare to open his eyes at all, clenching his teeth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

But Li Miao laughed and poked his face twice with her chopsticks.

"Look, isn't he a little more lively than before?"

"That's the power of 'caring'. You have to think about him before he'll slowly open his heart to you."

"Now you can try asking questions."

Li Miao smiled and turned to ask.

"For example, who taught you these martial arts skills, and who told you about Xiao Gao's background and location?"

"Meteor" kept its eyes tightly closed and did not speak.

Li Miao turned to Gao Anyu: "Little Gao, why do you think he's still not speaking?"

Gao Anyu raised his hand.

"Uncle, I know, it must be because we didn't care enough!"

Cao Hanyan's eye twitched again.

Li Miao smiled and nodded.