Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

When Wang Feng arrived at the living area of ​​the space, he entered the ten-square-meter space that he had isolated alone, and saw Yamamoto Ichiro holding a needle and pricking the battalion commander's finger.

Wang Feng glanced at the battalion commander lying on the ground like a dead dog, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The battalion commander was no longer the spirited man he once was. His mouth was full of blood, and his teeth were scattered all over the ground. It was estimated that Yamamoto Ichiro had ripped all his teeth out.

He also lost all ten fingernails, and a large scar was burned on his chest by a coal ball. He was barely breathing.

"Yamamoto Ichiro, did you get the answer?" Wang Feng asked, standing behind Yamamoto Ichiro.

Yamamoto Ichiro turned around, bowed deeply, and his voice trembled slightly:

"My lord, this man is very stubborn. I have tried many methods, but he still won't say a word."

Before Wang Feng could speak, Yamamoto Ichiro promised, "Please give me half an hour, sir. Within half an hour, I will definitely pry his mouth open, otherwise I will be at your mercy."

The battalion commander, his eyes bloodshot, glared at Wang Feng and shouted angrily in a low voice:

"You, you're going to die! You dare to slaughter indiscriminately in Dongjing and even imprison officers of the Great Dog Empire! You will die, you will definitely die! I advise you to release me immediately, and I will plead with my superiors to stop making things difficult for your family."

"Bang."

"what!"

Yamamoto Ichiro took the hammer and smashed it hard into the battalion commander's mouth, knocking out his last two teeth, causing him to let out a piercing scream of pain.

"You idiot, tell me the location of the armory right now, or I'll make you wish you were dead."

Yamamoto Ichiro was getting anxious. He hadn't gotten the information his master wanted after all this time. If he disappointed his master, he and his wife and children might suffer a fate worse than death the next moment.

"You bastard, Yamamoto Ichiro, you traitor! You betrayed the Great Dog Empire and His Majesty the Dog Emperor! You are a disgrace to the Great Dog Empire! Even if you kill me, I will not tell you the location of the armory."

The battalion commander's name was Masakazu Yamada. His entire family lived in the military compound. If he dared to leak the information about the armory, his whole family would be implicated. For the sake of his family, he would rather die than reveal the secret of the armory.

Wang Feng was somewhat surprised to see that the battalion commander was so stubborn. He had arrested so many people before, and they all confessed everything after being tortured for a few minutes. He had never encountered someone so stubborn before.

He was also eager to see how long this person could hold out, and whether anyone could truly endure such severe torture.

"Yamamoto Ichiro, I'll give you one more hour. Within this hour, I need to know the information I want. If you can't get it out of me, I'll only kill you. If you let him die, I'll kill your whole family."

"Hey! Don't worry, sir, I guarantee I'll complete the mission."

Wang Feng nodded: "If you see him dying, shout a few times, and I will come and revive him. Remember, you must not let him die."

"Hi."

Wang Feng was in no mood to watch the petty squabbles between the two of them. Normally, he would have stayed to enjoy the show.

But he was really too tired now. After collecting supplies from more than 50,000 households, he felt extremely exhausted.

In order not to waste the Water of Life, he endured his exhaustion and did not drink it to restore his energy. Anyway, the place was safe now, and he did not plan to go out in the morning. He thought he could recover after a nap.

Seeing that the coal briquette had gone out, Wang Feng gave Yamamoto Ichiro a burning coal briquette and left.

Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze toward Yamada Shoichi revealed a bloodthirsty madness.

He had to pry the man's mouth open within an hour, or he would die.

He slowly walked up to Yamada Shoichi, grabbed Yamada Shoichi's foot forcefully, took off his shoes and socks, and pressed his foot onto the coal briquette.

"Aaaaaah!"

Yamada Shoichi let out a heart-wrenching scream, veins bulging on his forehead, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle".

Before long, Yamamoto Ichiro smelled the aroma of barbecue, and Yamada Shoichi's feet were already scalded and bloody.

"Will you talk or not? Will you talk or not?" Yamamoto Ichiro shouted angrily.

"Yamamoto Ichiro, you traitor to the Great Dog Empire, just give up on that idea. I won't tell. Hahaha, if I don't tell, it seems like I'll have you, this traitor, to die with me. I'll be happy then." Yamada Shoichi spat out blood and laughed maniacally.

"Baka yarou, you idiot, die die die die."

With a roar, Yamamoto Ichiro grabbed Yamada Shoichi's other foot, took off his shoes and socks, and pressed his other foot onto the coal.

"Ahhhhh!"

Yamada Shoichi screamed in agony, his whole body trembling with pain. He tried to break free, but he was tightly bound by sweet potato vines and had been tortured for so long that he had no strength left. If it weren't for his excellent constitution, he would have died long ago after being tortured for so long.

"Will you talk or not? You want me to die with you? I'll make you wish you were dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yamamoto Ichiro released Yamada Shoichi's foot, took out a pair of pliers, squeezed it hard twice in his hand, and was about to hit him in the groin.

"Yamamoto Ichiro, what are you doing?" Yamada Shoichi shouted in terror.

"Hehe, hehehe, what are you doing? If you don't cooperate, I'll make sure you can't even be a man anymore."

Yamamoto Ichiro laughed maniacally, but his smile was more terrifying than that of a demon.

Upon hearing this, Yamada Shoichi finally became afraid, and he roared angrily:

"Yamamoto Ichiro, I am an officer of the Great Dog Empire, representing His Majesty the Dog Emperor. You cannot treat me like this. If you still consider yourself a member of the Great Dog Empire, then give me a quick death."

"Hahaha."

Yamamoto Ichiro sneered, "If I give you a quick death, I will die, and my wife and son will die too. There's a saying in China, 'It's better for you to die than for me to die.' I'm giving you one last chance. Are you going to talk or not? I'll give you thirty seconds to think it over."

"If you just tell me, I'll plead with the magistrate to give you a quick death. If you don't, I'm already dead anyway, and I'll definitely not let you get away with it."

Upon hearing this, Yamada Shoichi fell silent.