C271 The Assassin's Resistance Is Ineffective He will Tell the Truth

Lin Dong stood next to the assassin, his demeanor unflustered.

He doubted the assassin would attempt any resistance now.

With a broken hand severely hindering his movements and causing considerable pain, the assassin's capabilities were significantly compromised.

But Lin Dong had underestimated the assassin's determination.

Despite one arm being broken and swollen, the assassin's other arm was unharmed.

As Lin Dong stepped back, the assassin swiftly produced a sharp knife from his sleeve—a weapon he had kept concealed until now.

Using his legs to spring back, he executed a swift spin.

The sharp knife in his hand was rapidly aimed at Lin Dong's chest.

As he released the knife, his legs scissors-like, twisted toward Lin Dong's right leg, attempting to ensnare it.

If successful, Lin Dong could be caught off guard by the dual assault and struck in the chest by the flying knife.

As the attack neared, Lin Dong's eyes narrowed.

He stood his ground, catching the incoming knife with a reverse grip while disregarding the assassin's leg attack.

The assassin's legs now entwined around Lin Dong's calves, his eyes flashing with malice. He had mastered the strangulation technique from Brazilian jiu-jitsu.

If Lin Dong's legs were caught,

the force applied would surely be too much for his calves, and they would be easily snapped.

However, as the assassin prepared to apply the breaking force, Lin Dong suddenly bent down.

The knife he had caught dropped onto the assassin's leg in a swift motion.

With a puncturing sound, blood sprayed as the leg was impaled.

The assassin, driven by instinct, gasped in pain and quickly retracted his wounded leg.

Seizing the moment, Lin Dong advanced a step and delivered a kick to the assassin's lower back.

A crack resounded as two ribs were kicked clean through.

Thanks to the system reward, Lin Dong had full mastery over his leg muscles.

The power unleashed by his legs was now akin to a car accelerating at top speed.

Even without exerting his full strength, his kick was more than any ordinary person could withstand.

The assassin's ribs were shattered, and he was dealt another severe blow, eliciting a ghastly scream.

The scream had barely begun to form before it could be fully voiced.

Lin Dong seized his collar, flipped open the toilet lid, and shoved the assassin's head into the bowl!

The stench of the toilet water immediately flooded the assassin's mouth and nose, bringing with it an overwhelming sensation of choking.

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle..."

Bubbles burst forth from the toilet as the assassin's body shook from the lack of air.

Lin Dong, however, did not release his grip.

He stood firm, pressing down on the assassin's head, preventing any attempt to rise.

Only when the assassin's shaking subsided to mere twitches did Lin Dong finally pull him up.

Water cascaded down the assassin's face with a splash as he was allowed to breathe once more.

Desperate for air, the assassin gasped, relishing the precious breaths. In that moment, he realized how fortunate it was simply to breathe.

But before he could take in a full breath, Lin Dong forced his head back into the toilet once again.

After several iterations, the assassin was left listless, his pupils dilating in despair.

Lin Dong dropped him to the ground.

Crouching slightly, he demanded, "Tell me, who's pulling your strings?"

"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything now! Please, no more torture!"

Completely broken in spirit, the assassin lay on the floor, staring up at Lin Dong with terror in his eyes.