The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1874: Such Cold-bloodedness

Chapter 1874: Chapter 1874: Such Cold-bloodedness

At this moment, he would have done anything to relieve his agony, anything to suffer a little less torture.

"Does it hurt?"

The subordinates tying up Old Five sneered coldly, and then one of them patted Old Five’s right arm before suddenly tightening his grip, seizing Old Five’s wound.

"Aah!"

Old Five was in so much pain he wanted to pass out, but the pain was so intense that he couldn’t lose consciousness at all.

"You’d better endure it. Don’t die from the pain before my lord gets to interrogate you," said a subordinate to Old Five.

"Hey, won’t he bite his tongue and commit suicide in a moment?" one of them wondered aloud.

"Bite his tongue and commit suicide?"

The man standing in front of Old Five wore a face full of mockery as he contemptuously glanced at the bound man.

"Let him try biting. For us, biting our tongues could lead to death from blood loss, but for them... at most, their tongues are bitten off. Can that kill them?

His lordship wants information, and even if they were to lose their arms and legs, or become completely deaf and mute, his lordship would still be able to extract it from their bodies. It’s not our concern," he said dismissively.

With that, he led his men out.

Once everyone had left and the iron door was shut with a ’bang,’ the former figure in the cloak looked at Old Five again.

"Old Five, what’s going on with you? You’ve just arrived and got caught?"

Old Five had thought of himself as the most formidable subordinate by his master’s side, hadn’t he ever matched Zimo in a fight?

How could he have been caught so easily?

Or had Zimo’s strength increased again?

But where did Zimo acquire such skill to capture Old Five so quickly?

"Ugh!"

Old Five was in no state to answer the former cloaked figure; he was sweating cold sweat from the pain in his body.

He was sucking in cold air and trying his best not to move, to avoid touching his wounds again, otherwise, like those people said, he really might die from the pain.

"Old Five, I’m talking to you. When did you get here, were you here to save me?" Seeing that he remained silent, the former cloaked figure asked again.

It couldn’t be that Old Five had been captured by Zimo’s men while attempting a rescue, could it?

But that seemed unlikely; would Old Five be so kind-hearted?

Knowing that he was captured, they would probably just hope for his early death. It was utterly unlikely for them to expend any effort to save him – such cold-bloodedness was characteristic of the subordinates under their master.

"Get lost!"

Old Five ground his teeth and growled at him, then continued to resist the excruciating pain coursing through his body.

...

"Tch."

In the back garden, Lin Caisang was playing chess with Sui Zimo when she heard Zhe Jue’s report and couldn’t help but be amused.

So, this was the person the enemy had sent, and they had captured him with such ease, without her and Brother Molian having to lift a finger.

"Is it really getting that easy to capture someone these days?" she said with a laugh.

"Brother Molian, shall we go have a look?" she asked.

"After this game," replied Zimo, placing a black piece on the board.

Lin Caisang: "..."

She didn’t understand what was so interesting about the game. They weren’t playing Go, but rather Connect-Four, and Brother Molian always let her win.

"Go on, let’s go now. I can’t wait to see that cloaked person," she said, pushing the chessboard aside, standing up, going to Zimo’s side, and pulling him to his feet.