Chapter Forty-Four: Interrogation

“Stop asking so many questions and go get some rest. I’ll talk to your doctor. Don’t come to work for the next couple of days, either,” Chu Feng’s tone suddenly turned extremely serious. He released Han Xuefang, no longer holding her.

Han Xuefang stood and looked at Chu Feng, thinking he truly liked her. She hadn’t expected his tone to change so quickly.

“Go to hell. I misjudged you!” Han Xuefang blurted out, then suddenly ran from the room. Old Jin, waiting outside, saw her dash out and thought she was simply shy.

I’m not telling you for your own good. I hope you can understand. Watching Han Xuefang run, Chu Feng sighed inwardly.

She’s just a young nurse. She can’t be allowed to know too much; it would only harm her, possibly even ruin her promising future.

“You brat, did you do something to that girl? She ran out of here without even looking back,” Old Jin walked in from the corridor, his expression suggestive as he questioned Chu Feng.

“I don’t have the mind for that. What about those men? Have you found out who’s behind them?” Chu Feng had no desire to linger on the subject and changed the topic.

“The military’s interrogating them right now. We should have answers soon,” Old Jin had barely finished speaking when two men came in from outside.

“These guys are too cunning. I’ve tried everything, but they won’t talk. Looks like we’ll need you to take a look,” said the newcomers, the captain and vice-captain of the special forces team sent by General Gao.

The captain’s name was Zhou Tao, the vice-captain Li Daniu. Both had carried out special assignments before and rendered outstanding service to the country.

Chu Feng was startled by Zhou Tao’s words. If even the special forces couldn’t get anything out of these men, their resolve was formidable indeed.

“Let’s go, we’ll take a look together,” Chu Feng and Old Jin followed Zhou Tao to the interrogation room holding the three men from Sakura Path.

Inside, Chu Feng saw that the men bore no obvious injuries, but their bodies trembled uncontrollably—a sign that Zhou Tao had not been gentle with his methods.

“I’ll give you two minutes. If any of you are willing to talk, raise your hand. If not, I’ll let you sample the ten cruelest tortures from ancient times.”

With that, Chu Feng took out his phone and started the timer. The three men from Sakura Path stared at him, especially Broken Wolf, whose eyes were full of murderous intent.

Time ticked by, but none raised their hands. All had undergone special training and could endure severe torture.

“If you refuse to talk, don’t blame me for what happens next. I hope you won’t regret it.” Chu Feng pulled a packet of silver needles from his pocket.

“I’ll insert these needles into your bodies. Your pain receptors will be amplified tenfold. If you speak now, you’ll be spared the suffering.” He waved a silver needle before their eyes.

The three men shuddered at his words, clearly afraid, but none broke their silence.

“We’ll start with you. Enjoy this rare taste of agony.” Chu Feng dragged Broken Wolf forward and drove a silver needle into a pressure point on his body.

“The rest is up to you. His pain is now ten times worse than normal—if he can withstand that, I’ll be impressed.” Chu Feng doubted a severely wounded man could endure such magnified pain. With that, he left the room, staying behind were Old Jin, Zhou Tao, Li Daniu, and two soldiers.

Chu Feng stood outside, took a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it. He rarely smoked, only when particularly agitated.

Two soldiers stood nearby. Chu Feng glanced at them, then offered each a cigarette.

“Go ahead, take one. If your captain shows up, I’ll vouch for you. You’ve had a long night.” He handed them his lighter. At first, neither dared accept, but after hearing Chu Feng’s words, one finally took the lighter and lit up.

In the special forces, smoking was strictly controlled, as it dulled the mind. They rarely smoked except during leave.

Soon, agonized screams echoed from the room—the kind that sounded like a pig being slaughtered. Clearly, Broken Wolf couldn’t withstand the tenfold pain.

Chu Feng and the two soldiers remained outside, unmoved by the cries. Such things were nothing new to them, especially the soldiers, who had both participated in special missions and killed before.

About five minutes later, the screams subsided. Chu Feng stubbed out his cigarette and slipped it into his pocket, then pushed open the door.

Inside, Broken Wolf lay convulsing on the floor, while his two companions watched with terror in their eyes.

They hadn’t believed Chu Feng’s words, but now they realized the pain really had been magnified tenfold. Otherwise, Broken Wolf wouldn’t have screamed so wretchedly.

“He screamed, but still won’t talk. Do you have anything else?” Zhou Tao asked, helpless. These men had professional training and could withstand much.

“Then I’ll give them something bigger. What comes next is rather bloody—are you sure you want to stay?” Chu Feng addressed Old Jin, considering the man was a scholar.

“I’ll stay. I want to see just how bloody things can get,” Old Jin replied, clearly provoked by Chu Feng’s words and unwilling to leave.

Chu Feng approached Broken Wolf, grabbed his uninjured hand, and with a violent twist, dislocated the bones.

A howl burst from Broken Wolf’s lips and he fainted away—the pain, after all, was ten times stronger than normal.

With a crack, Chu Feng reset the bone, the agony forcing Broken Wolf back to consciousness.

“If you still won’t talk, I’ll dislocate every bone in your hands, your feet, your whole body—and then set them again. Let’s see how long you last.”