Furant walked towards the bathroom while wandering. Mu Yang also got off the high chair and followed with a wine glass. The wine glass in his hand disappeared in a flash.

Mu Yang pushed the door and walked into the bathroom. He heard a ummy and ummy sound coming from the other side of the bathroom. Furant stood in the urinal and peed, cursing: "Farke, don't you know how to find a hotel, a group of poor people."

Mu Yang stood beside Frante. Frante glanced at him with a somewhat confused eyes, but didn't care. After untiing his hands, he shook the little guy and stuffed it into his pants.

Just as he was about to turn around, Mu Yang stretched out his finger behind him and pointed it at Frante a few times. Frante's eyes glared, and a look of confusion and fear flashed, but at this moment he could no longer speak or move.

Mu Yang dragged him into a toilet.

"Smack it."

"Yeah yeah."

The sound became louder and louder, and the woman seemed to be unable to suppress her voice. Although she deliberately suppressed her voice, she still made her throat unconsciously, and there was a tendency to become louder and louder.

Mu Yang glanced at it with exploration techniques.

In another toilet, a fat white man was hugging a black girl's butt and having sex. The picture was so beautiful. Mu Yang just glanced at her and quickly withdrew his gaze, which was so irritating to the eye.

Looking at Frante, who was standing there motionless but his eyes were not moving, Mu Yang was also thinking about how to deal with this guy.

If everything is true, Furant should be a senior agent spy. Such a person has received rigorous agent training. The general method of forcing confessions is useless to them, so Mu Yang does not intend to use general method on him.

"Acupuncture pointing and pulse cutting."

Without saying a word, Mu Yang came up with heavy hands. In an instant, Furant's eyes widened, and the pain was revealed, and tears and snot flowed out unconsciously. Although it was late at night, a layer of sweat was stirred from his hair and body.

Mu Yang did this not to torture him, but mainly to torture his will. Yes, Mu Yang is preparing for the next move.

There were endless sounds of slap outside, and Flante here was enjoying the inhuman pain. In the end, the woman seemed to have reached a high point and forgot to suppress her depression. The whole bathroom was filled with the screams of the woman.

Mu Yang really wanted to beat the two demons to death with one stick.

Finally, after a few continuous muffled groans of a man, everything came back to peace. The two of them cleaned up and left the bathroom.

Looking at Frante again, his eyes were dissipated at this moment, and the muscles on his face were shaking unconsciously. This was no longer something he could control, but an instinct, which was caused by too much stimulation from the nerves.

Mu Yang stretched out his hand and untied the acupoints.

From Furant's eyes, a feeling of rebirth was revealed.

"Hypnosis".

Mu Yang used hypnosis to Flante, who looked relaxed.

One minute later, Furant, a senior agent who had undergone hypnosis interrogation training, was completely hypnotized by Mu Yang.

"What's your name?"

"Dempsey McBride."

Mu Yang was also stunned when he heard this name.

"Isn't your name Flanter?"

"This is a name I gave to hide my identity when I came to China."

“Who do you work for.”

"I have several jobs, a teacher at Beijing Normal University, a senior agent of Cia, and a team leader of the spy station in Beijing."

"Who asked you to monitor Mu Yang?"

"It's the order given to me by Deputy Director Cia, Thomas Forer."

"Why should I monitor Mu Yang?"

"I don't know the specific reason."

"Did you send those two Koreans?"

"Yes."

"Who else knows their identities."

"Only I know them. Their other identity is a Korean agent, but I discovered it in the capital, and then captured them, forced them to join Cia and become peripheral personnel."

"You are the leader of the spy station. Where is your list of spy organizations in Beijing?"

"There is no list, they only contact me in a single line, and the names are all in my mind."

"Speak out their detailed information." Mu Yang said.

Afterwards, Furante jumped out with his name, occupation, contact information, etc., and Mu Yang used his brain to record it, but for the sake of safety, he also recorded it directly with his mobile phone.

Good guy, I talked about 13 people in one go. These people were all in a single line contact with Furant, and Furant's contact was Deputy Director of Cia Thomas Forerster.

Although Frante said he was a team leader, Mu Yang knew that Cia, as the largest intelligence organization in the world, was most attentive to infiltration of China. A guy like Frante was just a little grasshopper, and there were actually many big crocodiles hiding in the dark.

Mu Yang didn't care about that. Now he grabbed the line of Flanter. Although he didn't ask why the other party was investigating him, he knew that it was Cia's people who were investigating him, and it was the order issued by Deputy Director Thomas Forer, which was enough.

“Hypnosis.”

Mu Yang hypnotized Flanter again.

Furant walked out of the bathroom and washed his face with his hands. Furant's face in the mirror had a blank expression and his eyes were distracted.

"Furant, you guy went to the bathroom for more than ten minutes. You might have met a familiar girl there, and you've got another shot."

"Furant, I see that your face is pale. You may have been tired after all, but your legs are weak now."

Furant squeezed out a stiff smile, "I'm fine, let's go." After saying that, he picked up the coat placed on the sofa.

"Ok, retreat, we went to the hotel to continue the party."

When he walked to the bar door, Furant put on his coat. When he was going up the steps, he staggered slightly and almost fell down. Ma Rong next to him quickly stepped forward to hold Furant's arm.

"You are okay, are you drunk too much?" Ma Rong asked.

"I'm fine."

"I'll support you, put your arms on my shoulders." Ma Rong put Flanter's arm on his shoulders.

Furant had no objection.

When we left the bar, we had just walked to the street and heard the roar of the car engine, heavy metal music, and a few moans coming from afar. The car headlights shone on this side not far away.

Seeing the speeding car coming at high speed, everyone stood on the side of the road. Someone cursed the damn speeding party. Furant also stood on the side of the road with everyone, holding Ma Rong's shoulder with one arm.

Just as the car was about to rush over, Furant suddenly took a big step forward and walked to the center of the street. Ma Rong was held by Furant and taken to the center of the street.
Chapter completed!