He swept a glance through the squad of captured bandits from beginning to the end. His eyes contained a severity unlike his usual: "I have only one question, how many entrances and exits do you have in this underground rats' nest? Please be aware of your current situation. Let's do it this way: starting from the first person on the west side, behead on the spot if he does not talk. When the first person is finished, the latter can add more details. If he is not able to add anything more, then I am sorry. The ones in the front of the line can still have some advantage — let's start, when we count to three, not talking will result in being cut down, the ones talking nonsense will also be cut down."

The bandits were stunned in fear by the Marquis of Order, who was more savage than the bandits themselves.

The Black Cavalry instructed to interrogate began to expressionlessly ask from the first person. The first person instinctively looked back and forth, unable to decide.

Gu Yun did not hesitate to make a downward gesture, the Wind Slasher in the hands of the Cavalry started to move.

The Cavalry usually only knew how to kill people, did not raise monkeys, and did not study the method of beheading either. The Wind Slasher's blades turned around the bandit's neck, but unfortunately, it got stuck in the bone of the neck joint. The bandit's head was half-intact, half-split, his vocal pipe had not been cut through yet, and his blood curdling screams frightened flocks of birds near and far in the mountains.

The Cavalry squinted his eyes, added force to his wrist, ending the life of the unfortunate man.

The blood from his veins spurted out like springs, splashing onto the person next to him. The second bandit trembled greatly like an overloaded golden box, his mind was completely blank, shakily pointing towards the back: "There, there is one there..."

Gu Yun sneered: "Nonsense, can I not see it for myself?"

The second head fell to the ground.

The third bandit was frightened by the horror of the half-cut head to the point of wetting himself, he slammed to the ground and held his head in both hands. In fear of the executioner dressed in black directly cutting him down, he had revealed in one breath ten exits and entrances of the secret passages, the stares of people behind him were about to shoot through his back.

With this man serving as an opening, the rest was simple. On the road of life or death, it was useless to keep secrets. The people behind would inevitably reveal them; speaking up soon to preserve their life was the way to go.