Chapter 172 CNS Concentrated Potion

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Chapter 172: Chapter 172 CNS Concentrated PotionThe short, fat man turned and walked out. A few minutes later, he returned with a syringe in his hand, forcefully closing the door behind him. The two men exchanged glances, revealing sinister smiles. They intended to make Ye Xuan suffer while also forcing him to admit his crimes. With the doors and windows shut, the dimly lit interrogation room echoed with the eerie sound of footsteps. The short, fat man approached Ye Xuan with the syringe in hand. Inside the syringe was a white liquid with slight sediment, indistinguishable from the kind of medicine a doctor would use for a cold. But Ye Xuan recognized it at a glance. "CNS concentrate?" Ye Xuan’s pupils tightened, and he immediately identified the white liquid, his expression revealing a mocking smile. "Oh, you know about it, do you?" The short, fat man looked surprised. Originally, he had planned to threaten and tempt Ye Xuan to make him understand the power of this substance; now, he was saved that effort. "Heh heh, since you know what this is, let’s see if you’ll still talk big," The short, fat man sneered coldly, swinging the syringe in front of Ye Xuan with pride. CNS agents were supposed to be medical drugs for treating neuroinflammation, reportedly developed by the United States military. Due to their extreme harm to the human body, they had been banned for sale by governments worldwide, making them an internationally prohibited neuroagent. However, it had been secretly used by foreign spies for torture and forced confessions. Once injected, it caused intense pain in the body’s peripheral nerves. On the surface, there appeared to be no injury, but the pain was unbearable for the average person. For a typical person, more than 8cc (8ml) could cause frothing at the mouth, eventually leading to cardiac failure and death from nerve damage. Military training camps around the world also injected a certain amount of CNS agents into trainees, aiming to unleash potential and enable feats beyond human capability. Under such excruciating torture, one had to choose either death or to break the body’s limits! "Are you sure you want to use this stuff?" Ye Xuan’s gaze was icy, the corners of his mouth curling with contempt, "The mighty Dragon Soul, resorting to forbidden drugs for interrogation, truly eye-opening indeed." Looking at the two Dragon Soul members, one fat and the other thin, Ye Xuan couldn’t help but question the overall quality of Dragon Soul nowadays. Framing the innocent, using banned substances, and forcing confessions, these were the tactics of Yan Country’s elite combat team—such low tactics indeed. "Hmph, cut the crap. You’re scared, aren’t you? If you don’t want to suffer, just come clean, what’s your name? Are you a military spy?" The gaunt man next to him huffed threateningly, glaring at Ye Xuan as he rapped the table forcefully with an iron rod. The clanging echoed in the dim interrogation room, chilling to the bone! Ye Xuan cracked a smile and said dismissively, "My name is Zhong Kang, and I’m a spy from Japan." "Ha ha, so you finally admit it?" The fat man burst into laughter. Ye Xuan looked at him with pity. Intelligence really was a hindrance. "Eh? Zhong Kang, that name sounds familiar..." The thin man frowned in confusion, his expression suddenly changing, "Zhong Kang? Isn’t that the captain’s name?" "What? This kid has the same name as the captain?" The short, fat man scratched his head. "The same name my ass! He’s toying with us!" The thin man slapped the fat man on the head, angrily staring at Ye Xuan, "You dare to slander our captain and claim he’s a spy. You won’t shed tears without seeing a coffin! Let me tell you, you’re as good as dead today." The fat man also realized what was happening. Damn it! This kid wasn’t playing by the rules. He glared venomously at Ye Xuan, cursing, "You little shit, it looks like you really have a death wish, daring to insult our captain? Our captain is the nephew of the East Sea Division Commander Zhong, highly valued by Commander Zhong himself. Offending him is enough for you to die a hundred times over." "From the sound of it, this Zhong Kang’s really something, huh? Could he actually take down Iron Man?" Ye Xuan leaned back in his chair, a playful smile curling at his lips, clearly not taking the threat seriously. Seeing how calm and composed Ye Xuan was, the chubby man narrowed his small, soybean-sized eyes and sneered, "Damn it, let’s inject him first, then we’ll see. I don’t believe he can withstand that. Kid, blame your own arrogance!" The gaunt man revealed a cruel grin, "Heh, no matter how big a shot you are on the outside, once you’re here, even dragons roll up, and tigers lie down! I’ve seen tough guys like you before, but in the end, they still cry and beg in front of me..." He said fiercely, "You can still beg me now. It’ll spare you some pain. Otherwise, I’ll show you what ’worse than death’ really means!" "Worse than death? I’d like to see how you’d make me feel worse than death." "Hey, if that’s how you want it, then I’ll oblige you!" As the gaunt man spoke, he signaled the chubby man with a glance. The latter gave a sinister smile and walked towards Ye Xuan with a syringe in hand. A cold glint flashed in Ye Xuan’s eyes, "I advise you not to make any rash moves. I can give you one chance to let me go and I’ll spare your lives." "Hahaha, has this kid gone mad? Can’t you see the situation you’re in? This is the funniest joke I’ve heard so far! Let me tell you, now you can peacefully enjoy what’s coming." After laughing heartily, the chubby man raised his hand holding the syringe, ready to jab it into Ye Xuan’s neck. "Let’s see just how tough you are, kid. There’s a good show today." The gaunt man stood aside with arms crossed, leisurely watching with a ferocious smile on his face. "It’s too late for regrets now!" He shook his head, as if he had already witnessed Ye Xuan foaming at the mouth in excruciating pain, begging for mercy after being injected. Just the thought of it made him uncontrollably excited. But just as the needle was about to pierce Ye Xuan’s skin, something unexpected happened. Bang! The alloy handcuffs were broken apart. Ye Xuan snatched the syringe from the man’s hand, then swiftly kicked the round belly with all his might. The chubby man was sent flying like a bouncy ball, crashing into the wall behind, creating a spiderweb of cracks from the impact - a testament to the strength of the kick. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the chubby man collapsed to the ground with a sunken chest, clearly beyond saving. The turn of events was too sudden! Beside him, the gaunt man looked on in horror, not even clear on how Ye Xuan had kicked, everything unfolding contrary to his expectations. "With just this level of skill, you wanted to interrogate me? You guys from Dragon Soul are really unprofessional." Ye Xuan slowly stood up, tossing the handcuffs casually to the ground. Looking at the completely twisted and deformed alloy cuffs on the floor, the gaunt man swallowed hard, feeling his eyelids twitch uncontrollably. How could this be!! How strong was this man? His legs trembled as he stood there, wanting to run, but his limbs wouldn’t respond. Ye Xuan stretched lazily, a wicked smile on his lips as he walked towards the gaunt man and towered over him, "I told you, I hate threats the most. But some people just enjoy doing stupid things, and they can’t blame anyone but themselves." Pfft! The syringe pierced straight into the major artery. "Ah... Aaah, it hurts so bad... Save me..." The gaunt man let out a wretched scream, foam at his mouth and his eyes rolling back as he fell to the ground. In just a moment, he had stopped breathing. The Black Emperor, when it comes to killing, never hesitates or spares pleasantries!

Chapter 172 CNS Concentrated Potion

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