Qin Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at the looming village ahead, and an indescribable expectation surged in his heart.

He frowned slightly, and the scenes described by Song Shuwen kept appearing in his mind, thinking secretly whether this village was really the village near the place where the incident happened.

"Do you think this is the place we are looking for?" a secret guard asked in a low voice, revealing a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Qin Feng pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice: "No matter whether it is, or not, we have to check it out. It took so many troubles to find this village, and we must not let go of any clues easily."

Several secret guards nodded, showing a firm look on their faces.

They walked towards the village carefully, with every step being extra cautious.

Qin Feng and his secret guards stood in the yard of Song Dabao's house, and the figures of several people appeared quietly like ghosts.

Song Dabao was originally basking in the sun leisurely, but suddenly he saw the people in front of him, and his eyes widened and his face was full of shock.

He rubbed his eyes hard and muttered to himself: "I'm not dreaming? Why did so suddenly so many people come?"

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Song Dabao up and down.

His expression was cold and his eyes revealed a sense of majesty.

"Are you Song Dabao?" Qin Feng's voice was low and powerful.

Song Dabao was shocked by Qin Feng's momentum, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart. He stuttered and replied: "Yes...yes, I am Song Dabao. Who are you...you?"

Qin Feng did not answer his question immediately, but continued to examine him.

"I heard that your mother had just passed away?"

When Song Dabao heard this, his eyes instantly dimmed, and a sad expression appeared on his face.

"Yes, my mother just passed away, and I'm in my heart..." He lowered his head slightly, his voice a little suffocating.

"We are here this time to ask for something important." Qin Feng's tone eased a little, "I hope you can answer truthfully."

Song Dabao raised his head and looked at Qin Feng and others in confusion.

"What do you have to ask? I am just an ordinary person."

Qin Feng took a step forward and stared at Song Dabao with his eyes tightly.

"Do you know someone named Song Shuwen?"

Song Dabao was slightly stunned.

When Song Dabao heard Qin Feng mention Song Shuwen, his heart suddenly tightened and he was stunned for a moment.

"Are they here to seek revenge on their brother?"

He thought to himself, his face showing a look of panic.

"If you don't know, I really don't know Song Shuwen." Song Dabao said quickly, his eyes full of panic.

His heart was pounding, as if he was about to jump out of his throat.

Qin Feng frowned, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

He grabbed Song Dabao's collar and lifted him up.

"I warn you, it's better to be honest, otherwise I will kill you!" Qin Feng's voice was cold and stern, as if a threat from hell.

Song Dabao was frightened by Qin Feng's actions and his hands were trembling.

"Good man, please spare me! I really don't know Song Shuwen." He begged, his face pale as paper.

Qin Feng stared at Song Dabao tightly, trying to see a flaw in his expression. "Are you sure you don't know me? I'll give you another chance. If you still don't tell the truth, don't blame me for being rude."

Song Dabao's body trembled even harder, and his heart was filled with fear.

But when he thought of his brother's safety, he gritted his teeth and insisted: "I really don't know you, hero, please let me go."

Qin Feng's eyes became colder and a cruel curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that if you don't use some tricks, you won't tell the truth." He said slowly, his tone full of threats.

Song Dabao looked at Qin Feng in horror, his eyes full of despair.

Before he could react, Qin Feng began to torture him.

The severe pain spread throughout Song Dabao's body in an instant. He was so painful that he was dying, and his screams echoed in the yard.

"Ah! Bless me, I say, I say!" Song Dabao finally couldn't bear it and shouted loudly.

His face was covered with sweat and his face was as pale as paper.

"I do know Song Shuwen. He came to treat his mother's illness, but in the end he couldn't make her survive." Song Dabao gasped and his voice weak.

Qin Feng stopped the movement in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Do you have another brother?" He stared at Song Dabao tightly, waiting for his answer.

Song Dabao curled up in pain, his heart full of regret.

He knew he could no longer hide it.

"Yes, I have an older brother." He whispered.

Qin Feng's eyes were like a torch, staring at Song Dabao, and shouted sternly: "Lead the way now! Otherwise, you won't expect to see tomorrow's sun!"

Song Dabao showed hesitation on his face, and his heart was filled with fear and entanglement.

He knew that once his brother's secret was leaked, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But the person in front of him who was like a god made him frightened.

He bit his lip and asked tentatively, "Who are you... who are you?"

Qin Feng's eyes sterned, and he raised his hand without hesitation, slapped Song Dabao hard.

"If you shouldn't ask, don't ask! Lead the way!"

Song Dabao was slapped with stars and a trace of blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth.

He covered his cheeks, his eyes full of horror.

He knew that he had no way out, so he could only obey Qin Feng's orders.

The fear and doubt in Song Dabao's heart were intertwined, and he couldn't help but ask again: "You... are you someone around the Prime Minister?"

As soon as he said that, he regretted it because he instantly turned gloomy when he saw Qin Feng's face.

Qin Feng's eyes widened wide, and without hesitation raised his hand again, slapped Song Dabao hard.

"I said, don't ask what you shouldn't ask! Why are you so incapable of remembering?"

Song Dabao was slapped by this slap, and the severe pain from his face almost made him cry.

At the end of his life, Song Dabao had to bow his head and walk in front of him obediently to lead the way.

His steps were heavy and slow, and every step he took seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

His heart was full of trouble, and he didn't know what fate would be waiting for him and his brother.

From time to time, he looked back at Qin Feng and others, and the ghostly figures made him shudder.

He could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that everything would be spent safely.

Boss Song was sitting in the house, thinking about something in his mind.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open and Song Dabao walked in.

Boss Song frowned and looked puzzled on his face.

"Didn't you tell you not to come to me casually? What are you doing here?"

Song Dabao's face was bitter, but he just sighed heavily, but he didn't know where to start.

At this moment, several secret guards appeared quietly like ghosts.

Boss Song was shocked and his eyes instantly became alert.

He quickly stood up and unconsciously touched the weapon beside him.

"Who are you? Why do you appear here?" Boss Song asked sternly, his voice full of tension.

Qin Feng walked out of the secret guard and looked at Boss Song with a cold look.

"Of course there is something important to us when we look for you."

Boss Song looked at Qin Feng and others, and secretly guessed their purpose in his heart.

Song Dabao was mourning, tears rolling in his eyes, and his voice trembled, "Brother, I was forced to do anything too! They almost tortured me to death."

His body trembled slightly, his face full of fear and grievance, as if he was still immersed in the previous fear.

When Boss Song heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy. He looked at Qin Feng fiercely, with anger burning in his eyes.

"Are you Xi Yu's people?" His voice was like thunder.

Qin Feng looked at Boss Song with expressionless eyes.

"You should guess when we come here." His tone was plain, but revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Boss Song's heart sank, he knew that his guess was correct.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his heart full of reluctance and anger. "What the hell do you want to do?" There was a hint of despair in his voice.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "We just want to know something. As long as you cooperate, we will not make things difficult for you."

Boss Song opened his eyes wide open and stared at Qin Feng and others fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow them alive.

Qin Feng looked calm and said slowly: "Auspicious people have their own appearance, and God has eyes. The reason why we were able to find your Song brothers is because Song Shuwen was not dead. We followed the clues and found this place."

When Boss Song heard the news, he felt even more stormy waves in his heart, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Song Shuwen is not dead? How is this possible?" He thought to himself, with an incredible expression on his face.
To be continued...