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"Oh, I see," Su Han smiled. "You know, if you were from the Southern Chu People, I wouldn't dare to do anything to you. After all, your court issues a reprimand one day and a warning the next. A mere dark guard like me can't afford to take that risk. But since you say you're just an ordinary Shang Jia, that makes things easier. I'll ask you again: who exactly are you?"
"Shang Jia!" Li Yifeng gritted his teeth resolutely.
Su Han waved his hand. "Use torture!"
Zhao Gang's face twisted with malice as he picked up a whip from the bucket of water.
"Ah... Ah!"
The screams echoed in the air.
This whip, soaked in water, could truly take a life after just a few lashes.
After delivering several strikes, Zhao Gang paused, fearing he might actually kill the man. "Now tell me, what is your name?"
"Chen... Liang..."
Though Li Yifeng's breath was weak, he clenched his teeth and refused to yield.
"Su Han, this guy has a really tough mouth," Zhao Gang turned around. "Should I hit him again?"
Su Han noticed that as Zhao Gang spoke, he gripped the whip tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, his nostrils flaring with excitement.
This was a sign of anticipation and thrill.
This guy has issues; he enjoys torturing people. However, he is indeed the best choice for execution.
"If you hit him again, he won't last long. I still want him alive," Su Han said slowly. "Come here; let me teach you a method."
Heh heh, Su Han had heard of some cruel punishments in his past life, most of which were etched in his memory.
I’ll try each one on you; I’m not afraid you won’t confess!
He called Zhao Gang over and whispered a few words in his ear.
Zhao Gang stood there dumbfounded, staring at Su Han. "Su Han, you can't be a pervert, can you? To come up with such twisted methods?"
What the hell!
Su Han's nose nearly crinkled in anger.
Clearly, it's you who's twisted in the head; how did it end up being my fault?
A heavy iron hammer and dozens of sharp bamboo sticks were brought in.
Li Yifeng's face was pale, unsure of what these people intended to do.
“Mr. Chen, is it? Please don't blame me; we're all just trying to make a living. I have no choice,” Zhao Gang said as he tied Li Yifeng's hands to a pillar. “I'll ask you again: what is your name? Who are you?”
“Chen Liang, Shang Jia!”
“Alright, you're tough!” Zhao Gang said, giving a thumbs up. He first picked up a hammer, then took a sharp bamboo skewer and aimed it at the nail of Li Yifeng's fingertip before striking it forcefully with the hammer.
“Ah!”
Li Yifeng let out a wild scream and immediately fainted. The bamboo skewer shattered upon hitting the bone, splintering into countless strands that pierced through his palm and back of his hand.
Such torture was beyond what an ordinary person could endure. Zhang Yan picked up a bucket of cold water and muttered, “Old Zhao is right; coming up with this method is truly twisted.”
Su Han was at a loss for words. This wasn't my invention!
A bucket of cold water was poured over Li Yifeng, bringing him back to consciousness.
“Please don’t confess; I’m not done having fun yet,” Zhao Gang said eagerly as he drove another skewer down…
Li Yifeng fainted, woke up, fainted again, and then woke up once more. Five of his ten fingers had been skewered. When he regained consciousness again and saw Zhao Gang reaching for another skewer, he completely broke down:
“Don’t… don’t…”
“Don’t confess!” Zhao Gang urged anxiously. There were still five fingers left! Unfortunately, Li Yifeng could no longer bear it.
"I am called... Li Yifeng... Captain of Li Yifeng Nan Chu..."
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