Chapter 1468: Confession of guilt

There was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes, and his tone became more arrogant:

"We also have a 'loyalty test'. New members must prove themselves through actions. The simplest one is to kill someone. If they don't dare to do it, we will give them two choices - either we tie them up and peel their skin piece by piece with a knife until they beg for death; or we throw them directly into our 'torture room'."

Li Zhentian showed a malicious smile, as if showing off his "creativity":

"The punishment room is a special feature of our [Youlong Gang]! It has branding irons, tiger benches, and our special salt water pool. For those who don't obey, we first use fire to burn the soles of their feet, and then pour salt water on the wounds, which is guaranteed to make them feel excruciating pain, but they won't die. Many people can't stand these tortures, and finally do what we say, without any extra effort."

A hint of coldness flashed across Li Luo's eyes. He suppressed the anger surging in his heart and clenched his fists slightly, but did not attack.

She took a deep breath, barely suppressing the urge to beat up Li Zhentian, and her tone was chilling:

"You guys are quite good at making trouble for others."

Her gaze swept across Li Zhentian like a knife, and there was a bloodthirsty edge hidden in those cold eyes.

Although her face remained calm and restrained, she had already memorized every word and every crime of this man in her heart.

She engraved all those methods and those cruel behaviors in her heart, waiting for the right time to return to him double the evil things that the beast had done to others.

Even though she was restrained and did not take action at this moment, the murderous intent was surging like an undercurrent.

A hint of sarcasm sneered at the corner of Li Luo's mouth, as if he had already planned a road of no return to the abyss for Li Zhentian.

She looked at Li Zhentian as if she was looking at a dead man with no future. Her voice was like a knife, gently passing through his ears:

"Don't stop. If you have anything else, keep talking."

Li Zhentian was stunned and smiled awkwardly:

"Nothing special, just stealing some supplies and killing some disobedient people. Oh, and those women..."

He lowered his voice and showed an obscene and disgusting smile:

"We never waste those pretty women. We first bring them back to the base for our brothers to enjoy, and then send them out in batches to exchange for supplies. For those who dare to resist, we will tie them to wooden stakes, whip them until their skin is torn, and then pour a bucket of pepper water on them to see if they dare to still be stubborn."

There was a flash of malicious excitement in his eyes:

"Some even knelt down and begged us to stop torturing them. Unfortunately, we brothers like nothing more than to see their painful and desperate expressions. When we get tired of playing with them, we throw them into the prison cells underground and let those desperate men fight over them. Tsk, that scene is more exciting than a play."

Li Luo's eyes became colder, but his tone remained calm:

"You came up with all these methods?"

Li Zhentian licked his lips, looking a little uneasy, but still replied: "Of course! This is to establish rules and let those people know that [Youlong Gang] is not a place where they can betray casually."

He became more and more proud as he spoke:

"Oh, there's another interesting thing. Once, a guy tried to lead others to escape from our control. After I caught him, I tied him and his wife together and put them on the fire to burn slowly. His child knelt beside him and begged us, and I asked the child to add firewood himself. Hey, the kid was so scared that he wet his pants!"

Hearing Li Zhentian's words, Lu Jingcheng, who was sitting next to Li Luo, suddenly became gloomy.

His fists were clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound, and his knuckles made an unsettling crackling sound in the air.

Every word was like a sharp knife piercing his heart. His breathing became heavy and his chest rose and fell.

A hint of cold murderous intent flashed in Lu Jingcheng's eyes, as if they were condensed from a thousand years of ice.

If he had not forcibly suppressed his anger, with his uncontrollable murderous intent, he would have pressed Li Zhentian to the cold floor and put an end to him with his own hands.

But he knew clearly that simply killing such villains was too merciful - what they needed to face was a torture more terrible than death, a punishment that required them to slowly atone for their sins in pain.

He clenched his teeth, tensed his muscles, and tried to suppress the impulse back into his heart, turning the anger into cold determination.