For the frozen Elders, the most terrifying thing is not falling into the hands of schemers.

Schemers don’t just look at the present; they focus on the future, which means they have rationality. Rational people will negotiate terms and consider the threat from the unbeatable Empire, so negotiations are possible.

Negotiation implies hope for survival.

Now, the founder of Tianlong High-tech was so swiftly and decisively killed by Ren Zhong, causing massive shock to the other eight.

On one hand, it’s the distress of losing a kindred spirit, and on the other, Ren Zhong proved with actions that he was serious, not bluffing.

“Now, I’ll give you thirty seconds to organize your thoughts, after which you can simultaneously access the mind wave synchronization function to transmit your images and words to me. After thirty seconds, I’ll start killing, slowly. As for who I’ll begin with, it will, of course, depend on who performs the worst.”

At this moment, Barton Augustus, whose consciousness was already blurred by excruciating pain, forced himself to focus and used his remaining strength to shout hoarsely, “That’s unfair! How can I focus on connecting to the mind wave sync like this!”

Ying Feng, also clutching his left arm and sliding to the ground, said, sweating profusely, “Yes, Ren Zhong, please numb the pain first, I beg you.”

Ren Zhong turned his face away, looked down at the two, and smiled slightly, “Well, it’s not impossible. But you know, I’m crazy. At the moment, I happen to want to numb the pain of only one person. You tell me, should I treat him, or you?”

Ying Feng and Barton exchanged a glance, then simultaneously replied.

“Me!”

Ren Zhong shrugged and laughed, “What a pity, you both spoke at almost the same time, this round of answering is invalid. I’ll give you another chance to choose. Whoever lifts their foot first, and raises the vertical height of their toes above eighty centimeters, wins, and I’ll numb their pain.”

Upon hearing this, Ying Feng hurriedly lay down completely, then lay on his side, using his right hand to prop himself up, allowing his body to lean slightly to the left, using the shoulder of his broken left arm as a pivot, barely maintaining balance, and tried to lift his right leg.

Meanwhile, Barton Augustus looked pale at his empty space below the knee.

Talking about toes, he didn’t have anything below his knee, “No! Unfair!”

Barton instantly fell into despair.

On the other side, Ying Feng’s right foot gradually lifted, toes tightened, reaching higher and higher.

Suddenly, his injured left shoulder was pulled, pain surged, making him shiver uncontrollably, and his right foot that was close to eighty centimeters reflexively contracted.

When Ying Feng endured the wave of pain and tried to lift his leg again, he heard Barton’s Augustus’ triumphant laughter in his ear, “Hahaha! I succeeded! It’s me, it’s me!”

It turned out that Barton had crawled back to the location of his severed leg and picked up his left leg that fell on the ground, raising it high.

He shouted triumphantly, as if holding a torch standing on the Olympic ignition platform.

“Damn it!” Ying Feng lay down in despair.

Meanwhile, Ren Zhong had already injected Barton with a painkiller and threw out two nets, covering Ying Feng and Barton Augustus’ heads, saying, “Alright, the thirty-second countdown begins, starting now.”

Ying Feng, still unwilling to give up, asked, “Ren Zhong, can you at least tell us what you want to know the most?”

Ren Zhong chuckled, “There’s no standard answer, you can tell me the secrets each of you believes are the most important. As for whose information is most interesting, I’ll decide. Right now, I’m the judge, and you are the players, the rules are up to me.”

This time, after Ren Zhong finished speaking, no one else continued the conversation, even Ying Feng who asked was silenced, enduring the pain, trying hard to focus on connecting to the mind wave synchronizer, and forming images and sounds in his mind.

Ying Feng had been driven to the brink.

Ying Feng knew that if he offered information based on its thoroughness, he would surely lose.

Because he still had to endure heart-wrenching pain every moment.

Before coming to Source Star, he was a pampered aristocratic descendant in the Empire, not a real soldier, and had never undergone willpower training.

He couldn’t keep calm under such torment.

Therefore, if he wanted to survive, he had to bring out something truly weighty.

And this weighty secret couldn’t be too complicated, the information must be concise yet crucial.

As for the others, each had their own motives.

Everyone had founded different companies, held different posts in the Empire before coming to Source Star, each had different backing networks, and the knowledge they held differed.

So, even if it was the exact same information, its importance in everyone’s heart varied.

Someone might find this important, someone might find that important, but ultimately who provided the most useful exposure, and whose was least valuable, was determined by Ren Zhong.

Of course, it’s possible that several people chose the same entry point.

In which case, what they could do was seize the biggest secret they believed in deep in their hearts, then spare no effort to refine and supplement it before presenting it to Ren Zhong.

As to who would end up being executed, they could only leave their fate to the god of luck.

If there was even a tiny shred of opportunity, these beings who had extended their lives through human freezing methods desperately wanted to continue living, even if it was just one more minute, or even a second.

Because they still had hope.

The super warriors sent to Upper Origin Capital must be desperately rushing back at this moment.

Ren Zhong is strong, but he’s absolutely no match for those super warriors.

So, as long as they stall and hold on, there’s hope of surviving.

Time gradually passed, until a dinging sound indicated the end of the thirty-second period.

Ren Zhong snapped his fingers, smiled, and said, “Time’s up, everyone, hand in your papers.”

The old ice pops listened to Ren Zhong’s slightly teasing tone and cursed inwardly, but dared not speak up, only sent the information captured by the synchronized mind wave system to Ren Zhong.

After confirming the receipt of nine information packets, Ren Zhong thought for a moment, then had the net fully restrain the eight, leisurely walked past Ying Feng, and sat on the Iron Throne originally belonging to Ying Feng filled with gunmetal molds, crossed his legs, and began to leisurely review the information.

At first he didn’t examine in detail, only scanned the outlines of the information packets.

Indeed, these old ice pops were of mediocre stature, but had held high positions, managed large enterprises, and had some management experience. Their reports were standardized, concise, and precise.

After quickly scanning, Ren Zhong consolidated and categorized in his mind.

Aside from Ying Feng and Ma Family ancestor Ma Zhongfei, the information given by the other seven essentially told the same story, with only differences in specific details and nuances.

This story was precisely a detailed introduction to the Empire and the true history of Source Star!

It was the third layer of historical truth Ren Zhong had encountered so far.

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