The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 399

Zhang Jingfu cursed himself countless times in his heart, as only with the promotion from deputy could he truly consider himself to have come out on top. And right now, the best opportunity was to pry the missing document from Ye Tian, which was previously mishandled by Zhang Dazhi.

Chen Ting’s thoughts diverged from Zhang Jingfu’s, becoming even more curious about Ye Tian after hearing his words. There were few who could endure drug-induced punishment, but not none. In this regard, Ye Tian was not particularly outstanding. However, what surprised her was that none of those who had previously withstood drug torture could curse so vigorously while making such sense; he was like a meticulous doctor diagnosing his patient’s illness.

"I do want to know, how can you be unafraid?"

Ye Tian gave the woman a cold look, "Unafraid? I’m scared to death! But it’s the same old trick. Bagging the head, blocking the ears, inducing fear of the unknown, then a punch or a kick comes from an unknown position and corner to amplify the fear. As for the rest, needles in acupoints, chilling foot soaks, I can’t be bothered to mention, but what truly opened my eyes was the deputy team leader’s drug coercion. We’re really scraping the bottom of the barrel here, and even a fool could see the desperation!"

Zhang Jingfu’s face changed, darkening as he pulled out a steel rebar from the torture tools designed for gutting, then he grabbed a steel spoon with spiked edges meant for eye gouging.

"Hold on!" Chen Ting stopped him and walked up to Ye Tian, observing closely the disheveled yet spirited young man.

Ye Tian shuddered under her gaze, wondering if he had been seen through.

"Enough, don’t just stare at me. We all come from the same place, who doesn’t know who? The techniques you use to fix people are partly learnt from my firsthand experience with the Japanese devils. In this, I am a master."

"Hmph, don’t overestimate yourself." Ye Tian saw the disdain on her face, indicating that she had let her guard down. But this was not enough; disrupting the enemy’s focus was not the goal, the most important thing was to turn the tables and take full control of the atmosphere on the field.

Ye Tian added more fuel to the fire, "Little miss superior, stop pretending to be high and mighty with me. I bet that if you hadn’t been favored by someone here, I’d write my name, Ye Tian, backwards!"

The atmosphere in the space capsule suddenly became silent, except... Zhang Jingfu was pursing his lips, clearly holding back a laugh.

"Laugh it out, it’s not something shameful. There are countless people outside who want to enter this worry-free department by just sleeping once. It’s rare to be handpicked and brought into the fold; you should feel lucky, it’s a skill!"

Ye Tian’s provocative accusion made Chen Ting lose her last bit of rationality, but just as she was about to explode, she controlled herself, continuously reminding herself that this was reverse psychology, a technique marked in the training books, and she must not fall for it.

"From the look in your eyes, I can tell you’re thinking that I’m fooling you and then reminding yourself not to fall for it, right?" Ye Tian’s face displayed an expression of utter disdain, and as he smiled, the swollen and cracked skin around his eye socket tore open again, "Young lady, what should I say about you? A person needs face like a tree needs bark; your act is like stripping to fight a tiger—reckless and shameless. I say, is this the quality of people in the Dragon Team? No wonder the National Security Bureau has thoroughly got you under their thumb."

This time, it was like throwing a lit fuse into a volcano’s mouth; Chen Ting’s little face turned purple with anger, and she gestured towards Zhang Jingfu, "Hang him up!"

Zhang Jingfu quickly straightened his face in panic, then signaled for two men to come in from outside, escorting Ye Tian, who was stumbling with his clothes riddled with blood holes, into the interrogation room. Behind them, in the capsule, only a pool of yellow stain was left—the direct consequence of incontinence.

The environment here was far worse than the space capsule from before. Upon entering, Ye Tian weakly lifted his head; there was no digital sign over the door, only a large "X".

Damn! Unlimited interrogation room! Really?

The lighting inside was generally dim, with no windows, black walls, and heavy steel pipes across the ceiling. The floor consisted of uneven cement platforms of varying sizes and areas; some were covered with nails, while others had grooves dug into them, containing various liquids, or possibly even shards of glass. Ye Tian was supported by two burly men underneath a horizontal iron pipe, a steel chain connected to a rope placed on a pulley, and Ye Tian was suspended; his feet didn’t touch the ground, but rested on a cement platform nailed with sharp spikes, which was only as big as the bottom of his feet, the only place he could try to balance.

His arms were pulled up, and his entire body weight immediately concentrated on these arms causing his shoulders to ache intensely. There was no place to set his feet except on the nails. This torture lasted for ten minutes, and every so often, Ye Tian had to choose between the agony in his arms or his feet.

After hanging Ye Tian up, Chen Ting and Zhang Jingfu left since there were people here specially assigned to interrogate, and several others hanging nearby were enduring the same treatment. freewebnσvel.cѳm

"Hang." If the interrogator didn’t get an answer, he would give this order, and then Ye Tian’s shoulders would burst into excruciating pain, soaking him in sweat, pain almost sending his soul flying out. The hanging height was not very high; standing on tiptoes barely made the body bearable to stand, of course, at the cost of having the feet completely punctured.

In less than half an hour, Ye Tian’s consciousness was greatly depleted. His powerful body was not made of iron after all, and fainting was almost an inevitable outcome.

The interrogators were seasoned professionals. When they saw the person on the rope was about spent, they would bring him down to rest, splash two buckets of water, slap him twice, and then hang him up again—it was all a game, as long as there were no fatalities. Anyway, with a cloth stuffed in his mouth, they weren’t worried about him biting his tongue in a suicide attempt.

The third time Ye Tian was hoisted up, two of his right toes had been smashed by the nails, the flesh blurry and sticking to his foot, not knowing when it might fall off.

About an hour passed, just after the two men beside him had confessed, Chen Ting and Zhang Jingfu walked back in.