C14 Pain Makes One Honest

"F * ck, let this daddy stay here alone. These bastards are bullying this daddy's bad luck!" Hardie, who had returned from shopping, parked the electric scooter at the entrance of the stronghold and got off the scooter with a plastic bag.

Due to his bad luck, it was his turn to draw lots. Hardie had no choice but to stay in the stronghold alone. Since he was bored, he could only go out and buy a few magazines to pass the time.

"Damn it, I can't even play cards. It's f * cking boring."

Hardie returned to the stronghold while cursing. He walked to the monitoring room on the top floor. This stronghold was one of the old strongholds of the Free Liberation Front. It was used as a contact point. Therefore, when the entire "Free Liberation Front" temporarily withdrew from Kanaha City, there was still one person left in this stronghold. He was responsible for maintaining normal communication. Hardie was the unlucky one who stayed behind alone.

"Hmm? What about the photo? It should be on the table..."

After entering the monitoring room, Hardie's gaze swept across the large wooden table in the room. Suddenly, there was a slight difference between them. He clearly remembered that the hostage's photo should be on the table. He was about to turn around and walk out of the room to look for the photo in the room next door when something strange happened.

"Are you looking for this photo?"

The sudden voice behind him made Hardie shiver. He suddenly turned around, wanting to find out what was going on, but before he could see the face of the speaker, a black butt filled his vision. He was hit by the butt of the gun heavily on the bridge of his nose, and Hardie instantly lost consciousness. Darkness enveloped his world...

...

"Hey, asshole, I don't have time for you to sleep."

As Ye Feng poured a bucket of cold water on him, Hardie, who had been knocked out, opened his eyes. He shook the water droplets off his face. When he noticed Ye Feng's existence, he was so angry that he wanted to pounce on Ye Feng. However, he, who was tied tightly to the chair, was only doing useless struggling.

"Foreigners?! Damn it, who the hell are you?!" Hardy's eyes were full of fear and anger.

I hope you can show some respect when you talk to me. " Ye Feng took out his dagger and stabbed it into Hardie's thigh.

[Buddy, I like the way you act when you don't do anything.]

Shut up. My principle is always: If you can do something, try not to make any noise.

"Ahhhhh!!!" The intense pain almost made Hardie, who had just regained consciousness, faint again.

"Can you answer my question now?" Ye Feng asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes." Hardie nodded repeatedly. In just one exchange, he was already sweating profusely from the pain.

“ＯＫ。” Ye Feng pulled out the dagger that was stabbed into Hardie's thigh. Blood flowed in all directions. Hardie howled again.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Huh? Does it hurt you? "Then I'll put it back in." Ye Feng put the knife back into the knife. Hardie fainted because of the pain. This meant that Ye Feng had to waste another bucket of cold water.

"You, who the hell are you?" Hardie, who was being toyed with by Ye Feng, opened his eyes again as if he was on the verge of collapse.

"It seems like you haven't had enough fun yet. You still have the time to ask me questions." Ye Feng pretended to pull out the dagger again. Hardie was shocked and waved his hand.

"Big, big brother, if you need anything, ask me. I will tell you everything I know. I will tell you everything I know."

Hardie made his choice in loyalty and submission. Evil people naturally had evil people to deal with. When faced with a vicious god like Ye Feng who didn't ask any questions and directly attacked him, the luck in Hardie's heart had already vanished without a trace.

"Hey, hey, hey, I scared you out of your mind. You all claim that you are fighting for the truth. You don't look as devout as the rumors say. I won't make things difficult for you. You know Hash. "Mohammed?" Ye Feng teased Hardie and asked him a question at the same time.

"Hash. Mohammed? That bastard?" Hardie asked subconsciously.

"It seems you know him."

"Er... I, I have only met him a few times." Hardie avoided the question.

"I am not satisfied with this answer." Ye Feng held the dagger in Hardie's leg and started to stab it down.

"Ahhhhh!!! "I know him! " I know him! " In the face of intense pain, those who had not undergone any special training, even if they were vicious and merciless villains, could only choose to yield in the end.

"Do you know where he is now?" Ye Feng asked.

"Yes, yes." Hardie answered obediently.

[Buddy, why don't you ask him where Eily is imprisoned?]

Shut up. How could a small character like him know where Eily is? It would be pointless to ask. Furthermore, it would reveal our true purpose. Use your brain, buddy.

[Uh, you're right. I thought it was simple.]

"Very well, I appoint you as my human guide, and you will guide me to find Hash. Mohammed. "

Ye Feng felt a little better after getting the information he wanted. What he needed to do next was to risk his own life. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Ye Feng was the most familiar with this.

"They will kill you." Hardie said fiercely.

"Maybe not. I believe that your boss will be interested in the information I have. After all, in order to exchange for those few accomplices imprisoned in Atlanta, your boss has already done something like kidnapping. He will want to talk to me face to face. "

... ""

When people were under the roof, they had to lower their heads. Hardie could only choose to lead the way for Ye Feng.

Ye Feng pulled the dagger out of Hardie's leg and used bandages to tighten the wound. He found Hash. Before Mohammad died, Ye Feng had to make sure his son didn't die because of excessive blood loss.

"If you had been honest from the beginning, we wouldn't have to go through so much trouble now." Ye Feng said to Hardie.

"It's my fault," Hardie said. Hardie couldn't help but complain.

"What do you think?" Ye Feng raised his head and looked at Hardie.

"I... I'm sorry. I won't do it next time." Hardie shook his head as he watched Ye Feng touch the dagger.

"That's right," Ye Feng said. Your name is. " Ye Feng put his sunglasses back on.

"Hardie."

"Good," Hardie said. "Let's go." Ye Feng picked Hardie up with one hand and walked downstairs.

"It's Hardie..." Hardie, who was being carried in the air, said in a low voice.