Chapter 29: This is simply a demon!

The sudden attack caught Rabour completely off guard. His head was spinning from the impact, and it took him a while to react, his voice filled with anger and fear.

"Mr. Loth, what are you doing? The [Fleet Gang] has never provoked the Pedro Family... Don't forget, the port is our home turf. I advise you to..."

Rabour threatened sternly, but before he finished, Lynn snapped his other arm back and then threw the burly man, who curled up like a shrimp, to the ground.

"I ask, you answer, understand? Cooperating is good for both of us!" Lynn squatted down, gazing at Rabour, and spoke directly.

The tall, burly man was already in cold sweat from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and endured without making a sound, staring at Lynn as if he wanted to swallow him alive. His mind was racing, but he couldn't figure out why the son of Pedro Baron was attacking him.

Could it be that someone in the [Fleet Gang] accidentally angered the other party?

Just as he was thinking, Lynn's voice came over.

"First question... Name!"

Rabour glared, feeling insulted. Wasn't this obvious?

"Answer!" Lynn's voice was very cold. After waiting for two seconds, he suddenly drew the dagger from the other person's waist and stabbed towards Rabour's right hand swiftly and decisively.

"Rab... Rabour..."

The tall, burly man shouted with all his might; he didn't want to lose his precious right hand over such a stupid question.

Lynn's actions didn't stop. Under Rabour's terrified gaze, the dagger pierced between his clenched fingers.

Rabour's back was soaked in sweat, but the anticipated pain did not come. Looking down, Rabour realized that the dagger had been inserted directly between his fingers.

"You only have one second to answer each question. There won't be a next time!" Lynn said coldly and then asked the next question.

"Gender!"

"Male!" Rabour gritted his teeth, treating the man in front of him as a madman.

"Birthplace... which means where you were born!"

Lynn kept asking Rabour various questions, starting with those that required no brainpower to answer, then gradually getting trickier, from the daily trivial matters to the [Fleet Gang]'s trade goods and routes.

If Rabour hesitated for even a moment, Lynn would break one of his fingers.

In just a few minutes, six of Rabour's fingers were already broken, leaving him in a state of mental confusion from the pain.

"Alright, since you forgot which foot stepped out of the door three days ago, let me ask you an easier question." Lynn sighed helplessly, then suddenly asked, "Where is Limping Laud?"

"He is..." Rabour instinctively began to speak but stopped in the next moment, shaking his head in fear. "I... I don't know."

"I told you, if you could cooperate, it would be good for everyone!" Lynn sighed helplessly. He wasn't good at interrogations, and the knowledge in his mind was crammed from a late-night study session last night.

But Rabour clearly didn't intend to speak nicely, so he had to use more aggressive methods.

Lynn narrowed his eyes. The entire [Fleet Gang] was formed by a group of pirates who reformed. According to Rabour's confession, besides sailing and transporting goods, they also organized various illegal activities in private.

For instance, disguising themselves as pirates to loot ships, trafficking humans, transporting contraband, committing murders, and brawls... If it were in his previous life, the things Rabour had done would warrant him death a hundred times to appease public anger!

"Have you ever heard of the skinning method?" Lynn asked slowly.

Sk-skinned?

Rabour shivered, then heard Lynn continue.

"First, you make an incision from the spine, splitting the skin on the back in half. Then you slowly cut along the muscle fibers with a knife. The action must be quick to finish before the target bleeds to death..."

Lynn vividly described the ancient torture method from a certain country, detailing how to make the incisions, how much blood would flow, and how long each step should take.

Rabour was already scared to the point of collapse, trembling as he spoke. "Lord Loth, I really don't know the whereabouts of Leader Laud."

"Is that so? But I heard you were Limping Laud's most trusted subordinate!" Lynn sneered.

"In fact, Mr. Laud never trusted anyone..." Rabour explained fearfully. "I only know he left Harbor Town three days ago..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to talk. We have lots of time to play!" Lynn stood up and dusted off his pants. While researching interrogation techniques last night, he found many interesting, non-lethal methods; now was the perfect time to try them out!

Half an hour later, Rabour was completely collapsed on the ground, almost broken down from the dual torment of the mind and body. He answered all of Lynn's questions without hesitation, even revealing that he had once embezzled an entire shipment of goods and disguised it as a shipwreck.

But regarding Laud's whereabouts, Rabour knew nothing. After trying several methods of psychological torture, Lynn had to admit the other might genuinely not know.

According to the information provided by Rabour, Laud left two days ago, which coincided with the day after Anluoke led people to raid Wuer Town, and the same day the [Drunkard] Tavern was raided by the Church. Old York had been missing ever since.

It was likely that during that time, Limping Laud got the news and went into hiding.

Only a few high-ranking members of the [Fleet Gang] knew he wasn't in Harbor Town.

"It seems that even you, his most trusted assistant, are just a decoy!" Lynn looked at the collapsed Rabour and shook his head helplessly.

Rabour did know many secrets of the [Fleet Gang], but he was very limited in his knowledge of someone secretly transporting goods to Wizard Land. He only knew that every Monday, Laud would personally oversee the shipment of several big ships, but Rabour had no idea where they were headed.

Lynn pondered for a long time. The other's caution and cunning were beyond his expectations. Laud was probably prepared for the betrayal or capture of high-ranking members of the [Fleet Gang] long ago.

However, one person alone couldn't possibly sail across the sea, which meant that there were more core members within the [Fleet Gang] responsible for this. The other peripheral members were just a cover, following Rabour's orders and being used as pawns in critical times.

Lynn recalled the names and experiences of the various [Fleet Gang] leaders he had learned from Rabour.

Everyone seemed like they could be one of Laud's hidden chess pieces.

As he pondered, a thought suddenly emerged in Lynn's mind.

If he couldn't find them, why not make Laud come to him instead...

(PS: New book, asking for everything.)