"Oh?" the black-haired girl spoke blandly, as if she couldn't care less.
Seeing that the black-haired miss did not indicate any intention of letting him go, the gun barrel behind him was once again pressed against his head, as if it would trigger in just 0.3 seconds. Out of extreme anxiety, the man continued to speak in a trembling and rapid manner.
"I'm from the Leopard Head Gang, Brother Long sent us here, sorry for the disturbance!" After saying this, he immediately knelt on the ground and began kowtowing with such speed that in the few seconds before the black-haired girl called for him to stop, he had already knocked his forehead against the floor nearly 20 times.
"Leopard Head Gang? Never heard of it."
"Our Leopard Head Gang is a rising force, the boss is Haus, he's incredibly strong, no, not as strong as the miss, um, very formidable, we all follow him." He said this and then seemed to not know how to continue, and his language lacked logic, suggesting a lack of education.
"Didn't you just mention Brother Long? How come the boss is now Haus? Are you playing us?" Kinsenke walked over from the girl's side, gave the man a kick, and then grabbed his head.
"Cough cough, Brother Long is not the boss, but he commands us, he is, um, our leader, but not the boss, the only boss is Haus, we listen to the leader, and the boss is above the leader." He continued speaking; although the others roughly guessed that Brother Long might be a mid-level member, he himself seemed confused.
"Who is Brother Long?" Kinsenke, impatient with the man's ramblings, let go of him and stepped back to the side of the black-haired girl.
"Brother Long is just Brother Long, he's the one giving me orders."
"Stop, stop, stop." Yalian pushed up his brown sunglasses and stepped forward, pressing three fingertips to the man's forehead. A wave of coldness spread throughout his body in an instant, swiftly calming him down.
"We want to ask, what does this Brother Long you're talking about look like, how old is he, how tall is he, what color is his hair, what clothes does he usually wear?"
"Brother Long, um, he's probably 30-40 years old, I don't really know, a bit shorter than me, hair is black with hints of brown, usually wears a black-and-red jacket..."
"So, it's him," Yalian recalled a customer he had encountered at the supply station the other day.
"How did he instruct you?" came the girl's slightly gentle voice from above, which made him involuntarily want to look up, but he was quickly pressed down again by someone behind him.
"The miss is asking you a question."
"He directed us to take down the vehicle, then rob the valuable items on board, especially to bring the two prettiest girls to her. We were not to touch anything else on the way."
"Oh, lust at first sight, huh?"
"How many of you came?"
"Me, Big Dark Hand, Sharp Mouth, and Mosti, uh, there were seven or eight of us in total, I'm not clear if Hante came, but we drove two cars anyway."
"How did you find out about our location?" the girl continued to interrogate.
"The people at the last supply station told me; they always like putting tracking chips under the vehicles passing by, so they can know the general direction."
Hearing this, the black-haired girl raised her hand and commanded her companions.
"You, go check it out."
"Yes, Miss." Ximu bowed respectfully and then left the area.
In the time that followed, Tilan continued to ask him numerous questions, often encountering illogical and confused responses, but she didn't bother to correct him this time.
"Next, please." At last, the girl spoke indifferently, and then the man felt a heaviness at the back of his head before passing out again.
Unfortunately, if he had been conscious at this moment, he would have heard the girl's slightly cute voice.
"Did you knock him out or kill him?" Tilan had always found the movie trope of knocking people out implausible. A light hit just hurt a bit, while a heavy blow could kill the person, with no in-between unconsciousness.
"Should be knocked out, I learned it from Teacher N." While confident in his response, Xie Lian hesitated upon being questioned, bending down to check and only standing up after confirming the man was still breathing.
"Good, now let's invite the next victim." Yalian seemed very satisfied.
"We are continuing?" The girl's voice revealed reluctance, but it was clear that her companions around her were not yet satisfied, eager to test their skills, leaving her no choice but to carry on with the interrogation.