The Legendary Man novel Chapter 1192

A smile was playing on Jonathan’s lips as though he was chatting with an old friend, and he looked relaxed and casual.

The more he acted that way, the more the villagers regarded him as a monster.

The cultivator who Jonathan had pinned to the ground earlier was consumed by fear.

From the moment he was born, he was an elite presence in that world.

His position might be a lowly guard in Yannopolis, but upon leaving the city limits, the hundred-and-eight villages treated him like a God.

All those years, he continuously wandered from one village to the next.

Regardless of where he was, he had absolute dignity. He could kill any villagers who treated him with even the slightest disrespect, let alone disobeyed him.

He never thought he would end up in such a pitiful state.

Fear engulfed him at Jonathan’s cheery expression.

His body quaked, and he lost control over his bladder and bowel movements as he looked up at Jonathan with reverence.

“I’m sorry, sir… I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I’m only asking you to please spare my life—”

Crack!

Before he could finish his plea, Jonathan had stomped on his knee with a smile.

“I already said that you’re to answer me only when I asked a question. Have I started asking?”

Jonathan stared down at the man icily.

Extorting a confession was a skill and knowledge in itself. Regardless if the technique used was gentle or harsh, the final goal was to break the interrogatee’s mind.

Only at that moment would Jonathan believe the cultivator’s words.

The cultivator’s eyes were filled with despair, yet he didn’t dare to make a sound.

Seeing that, Jonathan demanded, “Your name!”

The cultivator answered with trembling lips, “I’m not worthy of a last name, so I only have a first name. It’s Huga.”

“What’s your job at Yannopolis?” Jonathan asked again.

“I’m a guard in charge of collecting goods from the villages. I have the lowest rank in the military.”

A soldier of the lowest rank has this level of cultivation?

Jonathan pondered briefly before questioning, “How many soldiers are there in Yannopolis? Who’s the person in charge?”

Seboxia and the surrounding villagers of Mountain Village all perked up their ears to listen.

“I don’t know.”

Nobody expected that answer from the frightened soldier.