Jing Wumeng took out a piece of meat-colored thing from the tool kit, put it in a tin box and baked it on an alcohol lamp. In a few minutes, the plasticine-like thing turned into a thick paste.

Jing Wuming evenly applied the glue paste to the waiter's face, then carefully scraped it with a horn spoon. After a while, the colloid solidified and a fine mask was made.

Jing Wumeng took off the mask and carefully stuck it on his face. He smoothed the corners inch by inch with his fingers. Then he combed a hairstyle like the waiter, took off the waiter's suit and put it on himself. He stood in front of the foreman with a plate, and said respectfully:

"Hello, waiter, delivery."

The foreman stood there in a daze. He couldn't believe his eyes and ears. If he hadn't watched Jing Wuming's "face change" process in full, he would have thought that the waiter was standing in front of him.

Prasad also looked at Jing Wuming in disbelief. He had been in the world for decades and was well-informed, but he had never seen anyone who could turn murder into an art like Jing Wuming.

Looking at the expressions of the two, Jing Wuming knew without looking in the mirror that his "transformation" was very successful.

Jing Wumeng walked to the foreman calmly, took his walkie-talkie, grabbed his head with both hands and twisted it. With a click, the foreman's cervical spine was directly twisted, his face was turned to the back of his neck, and his whole body collapsed on the ground like a noodle.

Prasad stood up vigilantly, Jing Wumeng snorted coldly, picked up the plate and walked out.

"Tsar One" is at the bottom of the second floor. After the "waiter" stood at the door and sorted out his clothes and hairstyle, he started knocking on the door.

"who?"

"Hello, waiter, delivery."

The door opened with a click, A Chong let the "waiter" in and limped back to the bed and lay down.

The waiter placed the plate on the bedside table, picked up a bowl of caviar with both hands and handed it to A Chong. A Chong was about to reach out to pick it up, but the waiter placed it at the bottom of the bowl and flashed purple light, and suddenly stabbed A Chong's throat. At such a close distance, A Chong, who was unprepared, could never avoid it!

What Jing Wumeng unexpectedly was that this lightning-fast attack was blocked by A Chong. The Ice Soul Poison Needle stopped a few inches in front of A Chong and could no longer stab it. A Chong's right hand tightly grasped Jing Wumeng's wrist like an iron hoop. When Jing Wumeng was stunned, a sharp pain suddenly arose in his lower abdomen. A Chong kicked his right foot obliquely on his dantian. Jing Wumeng flew back several meters like a kite, and fell to the floor with a "bang".

A Chong jumped up from the bed and looked at him with a smile.

Jing Wumeng knelt on the ground and covered her lower abdomen, and a stream of blood gushed out of the corner of her mouth, "You, how did you know..."

Jing Wumeng's move just now seemed simple, but it had been carefully calculated. I don't know how many times he practiced it in his heart - but A Chong seemed to have known it a long time ago and blocked his move in advance.

Could it be that my disguise was seen? Impossible!

A Chong stood there and looked at him coldly. Jing Wumeng suddenly lost any attack. He had no chance to win when the two fought each other twice. The first time he had already stabbed A Chong with the Ice Soul Poison needle, but he was completely different. This time, the unexpected move was magically resolved by A Chong.

He, is he a human or a ghost?

"Do you have any tricks?" A Chong said expressionlessly.

He was also wondering, the first time he had seriously injured Jing Wuming, and this guy recovered as usual in a few days. He just kicked with all his strength, and the internal organs of ordinary people were shattered, and Jing Wuming didn't feel dizzy on the spot - what exactly was this guy's body made of?

Jing Wumeng slowly stood up and spit out a mouthful of blood foam, "Kei Ye Chong, do you think I came alone?"

A Chong's face changed.

At this moment, the door was knocked open with a "bang", and Prasad rushed in with a slight rusher. The gun was pointed directly at A Chong.

Jing Wumeng slowly retreated to Prasad and said viciously, "Shoot! Don't bother him alive..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly got a heavy blow in the back of his head. Jing Wumeng's eyes turned black and he knew nothing.

...

When he woke up, Jing Wuming found himself lying on his back in a damp and dark basement, with his hands tightly tied with steel shackles and tied to the cement pillars on both sides. Jing Wuming struggled to stand up and felt a severe pain behind his head.

"Prasad, I'm going to make a fuck!" Jing Wumeng cursed in a low voice - he could even think of who was the one who was using his knees.

Jing Wumeng finally understood why Achong was prepared for his actions in advance. It turned out that the Tsar Palace was a trap set by Prasadeb. But what Jing Wumeng couldn't understand was how could a person like Prasade betrayed?

At this moment, the cellar door was suddenly opened, and a tall and thin man walked down the stairs with a burly man with a tiger back and a bear-waisted waist followed behind him - Surile and Ke.

The man walked to Jing Wu's face, his eyes flashed with a flash, and he asked, "Chinese? Russian? English?"

"Damn it!" Jing Wuming spitted under his feet.

The man didn't think it was offended and said calmly: "My name is Asgen, I'm different from them." Asgen said, pointing to Surile and Ke behind him, "They are good people, I'm bad people."

Jing Wumeng laughed: "You're a big deal, it's good that people are bad, I..."

A cold light flashed in front of his eyes, Asgen quickly pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and with a "click", he cut off Jing Wuming's right hand.

Jing Wufeng shook his body and groaned, staring at Asgen with a bloody look, and the remaining hand pulled the steel shackles into a whirlwind.

As if he was afraid that the blood from Jing Wuface's broken wrist would splatter on him, Asgen took two steps back and looked at Jing Wuface coldly. After his breath was breathing evenly, he still said calmly:

"A few years ago, I dug an ancient tomb of the Han Dynasty and found a skeleton inside. Strangely, this skeleton has no leg bones or hand bones."

Asgen paused when he said this, and looked at Jing Wuming leisurely.

Surile and Ke looked at him and touched their heads in wonder. Didn’t they say that they would come down to interrogate? Why did they start telling stories?

Asgen continued, "Later I took out this bone and handed it to the master. The master said it was a human pig - do you know what a human pig is? It's a punishment for turning a human pig into a pig. I think you must have heard of the name Empress Lu? It doesn't matter if you don't know, I can tell you slowly. The earliest human pig was invented by Empress Lu, used to deal with her political opponents and rivals in love.

At that time, Liu Bang, the Emperor Gaozu of Han, had a wife named Concubine Qi. She was the earliest female dancer in the Han Dynasty, the earliest female singer in the Han Dynasty, and was the first female Go player in China. When Emperor Gaozu became the King of Han, he married her and loved Ji Qi very much. The two gave birth to a child named Liu Ruyi.

After Liu Bang captured the world, his original wife, Lu Zhi, and Liu Bang's favorite concubine, had a dispute over the issue of becoming a crown prince. Although Empress Lu hated her to the core, Concubine Qi was both talented and beautiful, and was deeply favored by Emperor Gaozu, and Empress Lu had no choice but to do anything to her.

Later, after Liu Bang's death, Empress Lu controlled the government power. She sent all the concubines who were favored by Emperor Gaozu into the cold palace and ordered them to the current people. Concubine Qi was the most miserable, and she had to do the dirtiest, the most tiring and the hardest work. Concubine Qi, who was born in a noble family, had never been humiliated like this. She was trapped in the cold palace and missed her son Ruyi and often sighed. She also compiled the love of her son into lyrics:

‘The son is the king, the mother is the enemy. He pounds the whole day and is in the evening, and he is in the army of death! Three thousand miles apart, who should I tell you?’

After Empress Lu found out about this, she thought that Concubine Qi had the intention of rebellion, so she ordered people to trick Liu Ruyi into the palace and poisoned him to death on the spot in front of Concubine Qi. Not all that was over, Empress Lu ordered people to chop off Concubine Qi's limbs, dig out both eyes, and then used medicine to deaf ears, cut off her tongue, pour the medicine into her throat to destroy her vocal cords. Then she threw the invisible, unspeakable, and indescribable Concubine Qi into the pigpen, and saw her squirming inside, but she could not make a sound.

Empress Lu named Concubine Qi the "man pig" also called "man pig".

It is said that Mrs. Qi died in humiliation after crawling in the pigpen for three days."

Asgen finished the story in a gentle tone, his voice was surprisingly calm, but Surile and Ke were trembling when they heard it. Asgen stared at Jing Wumeng coldly and said, "If you make you a human pig, how long can you live?"

Jing Wuwei was gasping for breath, and the blood on his wrist was still dripping. From Asgen's cold eyes, he could tell that this man did what he said.

"What do you want to know?"

"How many shadow warriors are there in Mongolia?"

"two."

"What's the other person's name, and where is it?"

"She is called Black Cat, and I don't know where she is. The activities of Shadow Warriors are kept secret independently."

Asgen frowned and took a knife forward.

"I have a handheld machine in my equipment. After decoding with fingerprint, you can enter an encrypted channel. After entering the black-cat id, you can send a message." Jing Wuming said gasping.

Asgen nodded, "Do you need a password when contacting?"

"No, just enter English directly - but the content should be short, it's best not to be as long-winded as you just now." Jing Wuming's eyes looking at Asgen were filled with ridicule.

Asgen was unmoved by his provocation, and stepped forward to pick up Jing Wu's faced broken hand, looked at him coldly and said, "You better pray that the 'black cat' can take the bait."

Jing Wumeng sneered: "Then you'd better prepare more staff, she's not as easy as me."

Asgen turned around and signaled. Surile and Ke stepped forward and tied Jing Wuming's arm with a belt to stop the bleeding. After simply bandaging the wrist cut, they went upstairs with Asgen one after another.

After the cellar door was closed, Asgen stood down for a while, then slowly stood up, silently looking at the other hand tied by the steel shackles, and suddenly opened his mouth and chewed wildly on his wrist...
Chapter completed!