The assassin looked at the long wooden stake on the donkey's back and shuddered.

Ning Chen watched his reaction and laughed coldly. "I'll count to three. If you still won't talk, I won't ask again. One... two... three......"

He said three. The assassin's face was full of terror, but he still didn't make a sound.

Ning Chen even began to wonder whether the man was a mute.

"Old Feng, pry his mouth open and take a look......"

Feng Qizheng asked, "You're worried he has a poison tooth?"

"No, I'm wondering whether he has a tongue......" Ning Chen sneered. "He's not one of the men sworn to die. When one of them fails his mission, he kills himself on the spot... If he were sworn to die, he'd have killed himself long ago."

Feng Qizheng pried the assassin's mouth open. "He has a tongue."

Ning Chen snorted. "Then he looks down on the Inspectorate's methods and won't talk.

Old Feng, give him a taste of the wooden donkey."

"You got it!"

Feng Qizheng hoisted the assassin up with ease and held him over the wooden donkey. He lined up the angle, then suddenly let go.

The assassin plopped right down onto the stake on the wooden donkey's back, neat as you please, and let out a howl that didn't even sound human.

Everyone there looked horrified. Even Ning Chen's legs trembled, and without thinking he clenched his ass.

But Ning Chen soon noticed a problem. "Old Feng, how come it didn't go in?"

Feng Qizheng looked down. "Whoops... Missed. It went into his butt cheek."

The corner of Ning Chen's mouth twitched.

The stake standing on the wooden donkey's back was sharpened at the top end... Just thinking about it hurt.

Ning Chen said, "Don't just stand there, Old Feng. Do it again... And aim properly this time."

Feng Qizheng said "Right" and was about to go at it.

Just then the assassin let out a terrified scream. "I'll talk, I'll talk... I'll tell you everything. Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you......"

The corner of Ning Chen's mouth curled…