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Next, Lin Feng applied all the skills he had learned as a mercenary in his previous life on this thief. Initially, Lin Feng thought this thief would be able to withstand the pressure, allowing Lin Feng to indulge his current urge. However, Lin Feng quickly lost interest when he realized that despite the thief's tough exterior, he had already given in before Lin Feng had even fully unleashed his methods.
"Come on, buddy, you’re not going to hold out any longer? You’ve piqued my interest, and now you’re giving up so soon? That’s not very sporting," Lin Feng said to the thief, who seemed ready to confess.
It turned out that Lin Feng had inadvertently stirred up some old habits while forgetting his original intention.
But it didn’t matter if Lin Feng forgot because the outcome was the same—the thief was ready to confess.
"Big brother, I can’t hold out any longer. Once you started using those techniques, I didn’t even have a chance to faint; is this something a person can endure?" The thief had relaxed his jaw and spoke freely.
His words were heartfelt; whenever Lin Feng used these methods in his past life, the other party always expressed similar sentiments.
"Hmph... Am I here to chat with you? Are we close?" The thief was taken aback when Lin Feng, who had been smiling moments ago, suddenly switched to a fierce demeanor.
"Big brother, just ask what you want to know," the thief said, unafraid of Lin Feng's sudden change in attitude. He wasn’t scared of Lin Feng’s fierceness but feared the tortures that might follow—tortures he believed could truly be described as 'a struggle for survival without hope of death.'
"Alright then, tell me who sent you to follow me? Mr. Thief?" Lin Feng asked since the thief appeared thoroughly intimidated.
"How did you know I’m a thief?" The thief was confused; he had only been following Lin Feng and Dong Jie. Although he was indeed a thief, he hadn’t acted yet. He couldn’t understand how Lin Feng saw through his identity and asked.
"Are you answering my questions or am I answering yours? Ah..." Lin Feng naturally wouldn’t answer his question. This was an important aspect of interrogation—never casually respond to any questions from the other party to avoid being led around by seasoned individuals. If that happened, one would quickly shift from interrogator to interrogated and find themselves in a passive position.
Although Lin Feng didn’t believe the thief had the capability to lead him astray, he still habitually maintained his previous interrogation practices.
Habits are difficult to break once formed; it takes time and effort to cultivate good habits.
As for why Lin Feng could tell from the start that the other person was a thief, it was a form of intuition. Intuition may sound vague, but it is essentially experience accumulated over time.
"I... Big brother, I confess. It was Qian Shao who sent me to follow you guys and look for an opportunity to steal the stones you won today at Gambling Stone." The thief realized he couldn’t outsmart or outmaneuver Lin Feng and decided to give up resisting. He revealed everything Lin Feng wanted to know.
"Qian Shao?" Lin Feng had suspected it might be Qian Liexian or Qian Dashao. Hearing the thief confirm it didn’t surprise him; he just felt it was better to clarify things.
After all, if it really was Qian Shao, then Lin Feng would ensure he paid the price for his actions. Therefore, it was wise for Lin Feng to ask for clarity; after all, if he retaliated against the wrong person, it would leave him feeling unsatisfied—even if Qian Liexian or Qian Dashao left a bad impression on him.
How should one put it? It would feel unfair to retaliate against someone for something they didn’t do simply because of a mistaken identity. No matter how unpleasant that person made Lin Feng feel, he would still feel like he lost out—after all, it would be wasted effort. Then he would have to expend even more energy seeking revenge again, which would be exhausting.
It seems that Feng Shao is considering the issue of not wasting energy. Little does he know that Lin Feng might feel guilty for taking revenge on the wrong person.
"Yes, that's him." Since the thief had already given up, he quickly responded, thinking that since he had already betrayed someone, he might as well do it thoroughly to make a good impression in front of Lin Feng.
"Heh heh... Hey, tell me, how many jobs did you pull off today?" Lin Feng had already gotten his answer and suddenly changed the subject, asking the thief.
"I did..." The thief's eyes darted around as he planned to give a casual and dismissive answer to Lin Feng. He didn't believe that this was something he couldn't hide from Lin Feng.
After all, the question Lin Feng was asking was related to the thief's business, and since it had nothing to do with Qian Liexian sending him to deal with Lin Feng, the thief thought there was no need to come clean. Most importantly, the question Lin Feng asked involved the rules of his profession, which he certainly wouldn't disclose.
However, his eyes had already betrayed him. Lin Feng quickly interjected, "Don't think about trying to deceive me; you know what the consequences will be."
"Five jobs..." The thief pretended to think for a moment and feigned hesitation before holding up five fingers. He spoke as if he had struggled for a long time before finally saying it.
This was also a necessary skill for thieves; they were highly skilled at disguising themselves because they needed to blend in when approaching others. They often had to change identities and disguise themselves when caught, allowing them to avoid revealing information they didn't want to share and sometimes even find opportunities to escape.
"Heh heh... Five jobs? Then why do you have eleven mobile phones and ten wallets in your bag?" Lin Feng sneered, opening his right hand to reveal a wallet he had taken from the thief's backpack.
Lin Feng could have made the wallet appear out of thin air with his magic ring, but considering that the secret of the ring shouldn't be revealed, he thought it best not to do anything too shocking.
The wallet was indeed taken from the thief's backpack using the magic ring. This guy had finished a job without even transferring the stolen goods and casually tossed them into his backpack disguised as a traveler. Did he think Lin Feng didn't exist? Lin Feng was furious; this guy actually looked down on him. He believed that even if someone wanted to steal from him, whether successful or not, they should at least work as a team. That way, Lin Feng would feel like he was being treated with respect.
It seemed this guy measured his worth by such standards—sigh... it really was about face.
However, in this world, perhaps only Lin Feng hoped that thieves would form teams to steal from him. No one else, even if they were the king of thieves, would dare claim they could defend against a team of thieves. After all, if a team has cooperation and understanding among its members, their overall strength would qualitatively improve—not just one plus one equals two.
All of this stemmed from Lin Feng's powerful magic ring. With the ring and his mental power being more than ten times stronger than an average person's, if he wanted to take anything from a thief, it would be as easy as reaching into a pocket.
"Big brother, how did my wallet end up in your hands?" The thief knew very well that Lin Feng hadn't been behind him; he couldn't figure out how Lin Feng got something from his backpack.
Don't underestimate a thief's self-defense capabilities. Their specialty is stealing things, but they also need to protect what they've stolen. Otherwise, if something they worked hard for is taken by another thief, it would be more than just a material loss; it would also be about their face as a thief.
Although being a thief is looked down upon by many, they still have their so-called dignity—though normal people cannot understand their sense of dignity; we tend to believe they have none.
"It seems I need to teach you a lesson; don't you realize you don't have the right to ask questions right now?" Lin Feng said as he gave the thief another hit. Two more "whimpering" sounds followed. The thief wanted to scream because the pain was unbearable for him, but Lin Feng had just stuffed his mouth with his sock again, so he could only suppress his cries.
Lin Feng knew that this guy still hadn't grasped the situation. He could guarantee that although the thief seemed to ask casually just now, he actually intended to take control by asking questions. However, Lin Feng absolutely would not allow him to take control.
So, Lin Feng could only resort to torture once again. What kind of torture it was, he didn't know, but from the thief's reaction, Lin Feng understood that it must be "very enjoyable." After all, the thief couldn't help but cry out.
Seeing that the thief had something to say, Lin Feng released the binding on his mouth.
"Big brother, please spare me. Whatever you want to ask or say, just go ahead. If you have any orders for me, I'm fine with that. Today, I've completely messed up," the thief finally admitted. He never wanted to experience that kind of feeling again—not today, nor in his entire life; it was just too unbearable.
"Haha... It seems that truth comes from the fist. Earlier, I tried to reason with you, but you wouldn't listen. You brought this upon yourself!" Lin Feng said leisurely, adopting a teaching demeanor that was truly infuriating.
At that moment, the thief had no thoughts of retaliating against Lin Feng; he just wanted to escape from this demon as quickly as possible. What kind of person was this? Was he an ordinary person? The thief had already cursed Qian Liexian and his entire lineage because when Qian Liexian assigned him this task, he only mentioned ten naive fools with a bit of money. That's why he came unprepared. If he had known he would encounter someone like this, he would have never come—even if it meant death—because he knew there was no way to escape Lin Feng's watchful eye.
"Open your backpack and see if your things are still there," Lin Feng said, noticing that the thief was basically resigned. However, for safety's sake, he decided to give the thief a little show to open his eyes and intimidate him further.
"Ah, they're all gone." The thief opened his backpack as instructed and found that everything was missing—even his original belongings. He instinctively wanted to ask how everything had disappeared but thought better of it since Lin Feng didn't like questions. He decided it was best to suppress his curiosity for now.
Lin Feng didn't respond to him but instead returned everything he had taken from the thief's backpack back into it and told him to take another look.
In fact, the thief already sensed something unusual without needing to look inside his backpack because he felt it had become significantly heavier without him noticing. His intuition told him that Lin Feng might have put back what originally belonged in his bag.
Thinking this way, the thief eagerly opened his backpack again. He had completely forgotten about the mission Qian Liexian had given him; he was now desperate to find out if he had encountered a master who could change his life forever.
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