"Not confessing?"
Ye Qiu sneered, "I hope you'll still have such a tough mouth later on."
As a generation's Demon King, Ye Qiu naturally had many interrogation techniques. Although he didn't have any tools at the moment, this was not a problem for him.
Ye Qiu approached the gunmen and tapped a few points on their bodies.
"What, what are you doing?"
The gunmen were left bewildered by Ye Qiu's actions.
"Doing what? You tell me," Ye Qiu said with a mocking smile, before kicking one of the gunmen lightly on the leg.
"Ow..."
Ye Qiu's kick was gentle, yet it caused the gunman to scream out, sweat pouring down his face.
"What did you do to me?" The gunman was terrified; although Ye Qiu's kick was light, it felt like he was hit by a hammer. This bizarre scene was utterly shocking.
"Haha, I forgot to tell you, I'm well-versed in the body's acupuncture points, and I just hit your points, amplifying your pain tenfold. If you confess now, there's still time, but if you don't..."