Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 899 - 898: Nine Lives Claiming Heaven Needle!

"Boss, this guy has a stubborn temperament. We've tried a lot of methods, but he stubbornly refuses to say anything useful. All the information we currently have was gathered by ourselves."

Walking through the corridor of the building, Spice Ginger pulled out a file from his pocket and handed it to Hao Jian, talking as he led the way.

"Heh, no matter what kind of character he is, once he's in my hands, Hao Jian's hands, he'll spill all the beans! Hitting my brother isn't something that can be brushed off so easily!"

After glancing at Zhou Xia's file, Hao Jian sneered coldly. His palm trembled slightly, and the few pages of the file in his hand fragmented into countless scraps under the force of his Qi Force, scattering with the breeze out the window, disappearing into the distance.

"We're here."

Before long, Spice Ginger brought Hao Jian to a small room in the basement. Through the small window on the door, it was clear to see that inside was a man, his hands bound to a chair, his head leaning against his shoulder as if he were sleeping.

"Clank..."

Spice Ginger slowly opened the door. Perhaps the sound of the door opening was too loud, as the man in the chair suddenly twitched all over. Then, his eyes snapped open, and the bewildered look in his eyes quickly turned sharp and alert. When he saw Spice Ginger at the door, his face instantly darkened.

He hadn't forgotten how many times this man had beaten him since capturing him. Even now, his body was riddled with bruises and latent, aching pains, making it impossible to sleep peacefully.

"Boss, this brat is Zhou Xia."

As soon as Spice Ginger entered, he respectfully welcomed Hao Jian inside.

"Hmm."

Hearing this, Hao Jian nodded. The twenty-square-meter room was starkly empty, holding only the chair Zhou Xia was sitting in. But neither Hao Jian nor Spice Ginger cared about the bare surroundings. After all, with what Zhou Xia did to Li He, it was already generous to even give him a place to sit.

"You're Zhou Xia?"

Hao Jian stepped forward and stood before Zhou Xia, observing the man who appeared to be in his thirties, his face covered with stubble. Hao Jian flashed a faint smile, but a subtle glint of coldness flickered in his eyes. This was the man who had nearly sent his brother to the Western Heaven.

"Yeah, that's me. What do you want? If there's nothing important, don't disturb my nap."

Zhou Xia showed not the slightest regard for Hao Jian, determined not to divulge any useful information no matter how he was tortured. After all, for this matter, his bank account had already gained a billion. Even if he died now, his family would live comfortably.

"Quite the tough one."

Spice Ginger had already informed Hao Jian that no matter what brutal tortures were applied, this guy refused to talk—screaming so hard he couldn't make a sound anymore, yet still silent about the information they needed. For Spice Ginger and his team, dealing with someone like Zhou Xia was the most frustrating challenge.

But for Hao Jian, dealing with this kind of tough nut was precisely his forte. Since the man wasn't fazed by the pain of the flesh, Hao Jian would let him experience agony that stemmed from the depths of his soul—agony so profound it would compel him to confess everything he knew.

"Ha! Still acting tough? My boss's methods are beyond your comprehension. Just make sure you won't be crying and begging for mercy later."

Seeing Zhou Xia maintain his arrogant attitude, Spice Ginger smirked coldly and mocked him.

"Oh, I'd like to see your so-called methods!"

Zhou Xia sneered in disdain and spat on the ground near Hao Jian's shoes, brimming with provocation. He glared at Hao Jian with a sly grin and said, "Kid, show me everything you've got. If I beg for mercy, I won't call myself a man!"

From Hao Jian's youthful appearance, Zhou Xia harbored contempt for him. To Zhou Xia, Hao Jian looked to be in his twenties—likely a university student or someone fresh to the workforce. What could he possibly know? Surely, his interrogation would involve nothing more than inflicting superficial pain—and Zhou Xia had already endured plenty of that before.

"Hahaha! Well then, let's see what you're made of!"

Hao Jian laughed heartily, stepping closer to Zhou Xia. His gaze grew frosty as he looked at the man before him.

"Bring it on!"

Zhou Xia grinned wickedly.

"Swish!"

Hao Jian flipped his hand, revealing a small box in his palm. Slowly, he opened the box to reveal several gold needles lying silently within.

The needles gleamed golden—the type often used in Acupuncture treatments. Yet this particular set wasn't for healing but for targeting specific pain points, earning the title of Punishment Needle. These needles were specifically used to interrogate criminals.

However, employing these needles required a high level of medical skill. If the wielder didn't know the correct acupoints, the needles would be useless. But Hao Jian possessed such expertise. In fact, this set of Punishment Needles had been created for interrogating certain individuals. During field missions, unexpected situations often necessitated extracting information from captives—and few could withstand the torment.

Looking at Zhou Xia now reminded Hao Jian of the gold needles he hadn't used in ages. He reached out and picked up one needle, a slight grin curling at the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Xia, who had been observing Hao Jian's every move, froze momentarily when he saw Hao Jian reveal the small box and the gold needles. Then, he burst into laughter. "Kid, you think these little toys can make me yield? You're ridiculously naïve..."

"Then try it!"

Hao Jian didn't even let Zhou Xia finish speaking. The gold needle between his fingers struck like lightning, piercing through Zhou Xia's clothing to land precisely on an acupoint on his chest. Instantly, an agonizing scream erupted...

"Ahhhhhh!"

The bloodcurdling cry reverberated through the room as waves of excruciating pain spread from Zhou Xia's chest across his entire body. The agony surged like violent tides, and beads of sweat began pouring from Zhou Xia's forehead like raindrops, streaking down his face. In just three seconds, a pool of sweat had formed on the ground beneath him.

"This set of Punishment Needles is called the Nine Lives Snatching Spring Needle. As the name suggests, it consists of nine needles. The term 'Snatching Spring' signifies the pain it inflicts—a pain so intense that it can pull someone back from the Netherworld Road moments before they die. It's both a needle technique for bringing the dying back to life and a method of absolute torture."

"I often use it for special occasions—to torment stubborn individuals like yourself. The needle that just entered your body is the first one, called the Heaven Snatching Needle—also known as the First Soul Needle!"

Hao Jian's eyes gleamed coldly as Zhou Xia's harrowing screams filled the air. Unperturbed, Hao Jian explained the rarely-used technique with a tinge of nostalgia in his gaze. Then, lightly chuckling, he reached for the box and picked up the second needle, smiling.

"This set of needles is named after the ancient belief in three souls and seven spirits. Initially, its inventor planned to make ten needles but ultimately chose to leave some mercy within, omitting the 'life needle' to preserve a sliver of hope."

"Next up is the second needle, known as the Earth Snatching Needle. When it pierces, your current pain will double. And the third, Rushing Snatching Needle, will intensify the pain even further. Each subsequent needle will amplify the agony on top of what's already been inflicted."

"Second needle—Earth Snatching Needle!"

Without giving Zhou Xia any chance to retort, Hao Jian drove the second needle into an acupoint near Zhou Xia's heart. Immediately, another guttural scream tore through the room.

"Hahaha! Well? How does this one feel?!"

Listening to Zhou Xia's shrieks, Hao Jian burst into laughter, his face shadowed with a sinister expression. The horrifying sight of Zhou Xia's agony only added to the fear-inducing atmosphere.

Beside them, Spice Ginger couldn't help trembling as he watched. He had never seen Zhou Xia scream like this—not even during the harshest tortures he had inflicted himself. The sheer intensity of Zhou Xia's cries left no doubt about the unspeakable pain he was enduring.

"De…demon..."

Through trembling lips, Zhou Xia spat out the word as terror gradually filled his eyes. Yet his unyielding spirit kept his jaws clenched as he braved the unceasing torment.

"Hahaha, it's been a while since I've been called that."

Hao Jian chuckled before his face suddenly hardened. "I know you have family. If you don't want them to suffer, then don't blame me for using extreme methods!"

"You… don't you dare!"

Initially prepared for the third needle, Zhou Xia's expression drastically changed upon hearing Hao Jian's words. His eyes widened in rage as he forced himself to endure his pain and roared furiously.

"Third needle—Rushing Snatching Needle!"

Ignoring Zhou Xia's fury, Hao Jian smiled darkly, his eyes flashing coldly. With a swift motion, he drove the third needle into a specific acupoint on Zhou Xia's head. In an instant, veins bulged prominently across Zhou Xia's forehead, and sweat poured down like a torrential flood. Cold sweats relentlessly streamed as though he couldn't lose it fast enough!

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