Everyone was terrified, not understanding what had happened, wondering how Zhou Meng, appearing so formidable, could be knocked away after just one move.

Zhou Meng fell to the ground and tried to get up, but by then Ling Zhenfei had reached him, punching him in the face and knocking him back down.

The fight was over before it even started, a clear demonstration of the gap in strength that no amount of effort could bridge.

The person lying on the ground was extremely fearful, facing such a man was enough to instill fear in anyone.

Ling Zhenfei approached Shan Biao, bent down, and looked at him, "Would you like to talk about a few things?"

Shan Biao glanced at Ling Zhenfei but said nothing, simply turning his head away.

Ling Zhenfei smiled, "Won't talk, huh? Then don't blame me for not being nice."

After speaking, Ling Zhenfei grabbed Shan Biao's mouth and pulled out a small bottle, pouring some powder from it into Shan Biao's mouth.

It wasn't just Shan Biao, everyone present had the same powder poured into their mouths by Ling Zhenfei.

"Kid, what did you give us to eat?" Shan Biao yelled at Ling Zhenfei, somewhat astonished.

Ling Zhenfei said, "It's really nothing, just a kind of poison. But don't worry, this poison isn't lethal. It only causes an extremely itchy sensation in your body."

"You'll feel an unbearable itch all over, and you'll want to scratch fiercely, but the more you scratch, the itchier it gets. Eventually, you'll tear your own flesh apart, and when you can't stand it any longer, you'll kill yourselves."

Ling Zhenfei laughed, "Your suicides have nothing to do with me. Since you're unwilling to answer my questions, you might as well enjoy it."

"Kid, don't scare people. How could such a thing exist in this world?"

Someone clearly didn't believe. Could there really be such a strange drug in the world? But the drug that Ling Zhenfei mentioned did exist, at least it was recorded in the Poison Scripture.

The bottle of drug that Ling Zhenfei had found was from the Heavenly Net Poisonous Woman. Usually, it was useless, but at critical moments, it could be extremely effective.

Ling Zhenfei didn't say a word, took out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking against the car door.

He had not smoked half the cigarette before he saw people starting to scratch their bodies. Gradually, everyone began scratching, each in different places—some scratched their heads, some their chests, others their thighs.

"Kid, what you said is true, it's really itchy."

"Kid, give us the antidote quickly."

Ling Zhenfei laughed, "Next, I'll start with the first question. There isn't much antidote, it's until it runs out."

"Don't tell this kid anything, violating the order means death," Shan Biao shouted to the others.

Upon hearing this, Ling Zhenfei became angry, stepping quickly to Shan Biao's face, "It's just you, kid, talking too much. If you don't want to live, then I'll oblige you."

After speaking, Ling Zhenfei scratched Shan Biao's head, chest, back, and thighs a few times.

That was the trigger. After the few scratches from Ling Zhenfei, Shan Biao couldn't stand it any longer, as if something was growing inside his flesh making it unbearably itchy, all over his head and body.

Shan Biao frantically scratched everywhere with his hands.

Itching is different from pain. Some might not be afraid of pain, but everyone dreads itching, especially this kind that erupts from within, unbearable for anyone. Shortly, several people couldn't take it anymore and began to scream in agony.

Ling Zhenfei looked around and asked, "First question, where is Tang Sen?"

The scene was silent, everyone was frantically scratching their own bodies, screaming in agony, but no one wanted to answer Ling Zhenfei's question.

Ling Zhenfei knew it was because no one wanted to be the first; the first person to speak would be treated as a traitor, so as long as one person confessed first, it would be easy to handle, now it just depended on who couldn't hold on.

Ling Zhenfei didn't mind, he didn't believe anyone could withstand any kind of pain, at least he didn't.

The girl in the car stared out the window in a daze; everything was simply beyond her imagination, especially the man standing outside, he seemed almost magical to her.

Miraculously, he had been her driver, miraculously asked for directions, then miraculously knocked everyone down, and now was using this miraculous method to interrogate.

She forcefully rubbed her head, trying to clear it a bit, but because she had drunk some alcohol, her head felt heavy, and she struggled to keep her eyes open, yet she still fought against the urge to sleep, not wanting to miss anything more miraculous.

She felt that if she slept, she would definitely miss out on something even more miraculous, so she pinched her own flesh to keep herself awake a little longer.

But as the drowsiness after drinking hit her, keeping her eyes open seemed like a luxury, and at some point, she fell asleep against the car window.

Ling Zhenfei threw the cigarette butt onto the ground and stomped it out with his foot. He then said to Ge Qing, "Sister, you can go back first; they only need to drive one of their two cars away, and I guess they can't drive anymore."

Ge Qing had been standing in the same spot from the start, shocked by the scene before her, she walked over to Ling Zhenfei and even knelt before him.

Ling Zhenfei was startled and helped Ge Qing up, "What are you doing?"

Tears flowed from Ge Qing's eyes, "I know you are a capable man, can you save my loved one?"

As soon as Ge Qing said this, Ling Zhenfei thought of Wang Ming, who must be the undercover cop who had now probably been captured.

"Don't worry, as long as he's not dead, I'll definitely bring him back for you."

Ge Qing, hearing this, tried to kneel again, but Ling Zhenfei quickly reached out to support her. Ge Qing's clothes were already nearly torn by Shan Biao, and in this position, it was all too clear for Ling Zhenfei to see.

Ling Zhenfei finally understood why Shan Biao was so infatuated with Ge Qing.

Any man seeing such a scene would be stirred in mind and spirit.

"I can't take it anymore, I'll talk, I'll say everything."

Shan Biao's loud yelling interrupted his thoughts, and Ling Zhenfei quickly shifted his attention to Shan Biao.

Ling Zhenfei walked over and kicked Shan Biao down, "Damn it, why are you yelling so loudly, you scared me."

Shan Biao yelled, "Ask away, I'll confess everything, just promise you'll give me the antidote, I'll tell you everything."

Shan Biao scratched his body, some areas already bloody and mangled.

Ling Zhenfei looked around, "And you guys, want to confess?"

"We'll talk, we'll talk, I can't take it anymore."

"Ask quickly."

Ling Zhenfei nodded, "Alright, whoever answers comprehensively, I'll give the antidote to first."

"Stop the nonsense, just ask."

Ling Zhenfei smiled, knowing he had achieved his goal, "Where is Tang Sen?"

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