Ying Kai was brought to the laboratory.
Yan Anqing pointed at a crudely designed chair-like device, his tone brooking no argument. "Sit down."
"As you wish."
Ying Kai sat grinning in the chair's all-metal shell and obediently allowed himself to be strapped in.
Watching Yan Anqing's movements, the smile on his face gradually froze. "Wait..."
Why did the device beneath his ass look more and more like an electric chair?
"Isn't this for executing prisoners?"
"Correct."
Yan Anqing gave him an approving look. "Don't worry. The voltage will be controlled between three hundred and five hundred volts. Nothing will go wrong."
Ying Kai's mouth went dry.
He swallowed. "I've read a lot, you know. Don't lie to me. Isn't the safe voltage only thirty-six volts?"
Anything over forty volts could cause trouble, yet Yan Anqing had cranked it up tenfold...
"If you don't trust me, you can leave now."
Yan Anqing stopped what he was doing and looked at Ying Kai expressionlessly.
Electric chairs used on ordinary death-row prisoners generally operated at around three hundred volts.
Usually, five to twenty seconds were enough for fierce AC current to send any criminal to the underworld for a bowl of Meng Po's soup.
Back then, Edison publicly executed criminals with AC current, and the scenes were horrific and cruel.
That was because he had deliberately tampered with the figures. He wanted to promote his own DC current, using malicious competition to torture prisoners to death and frighten the public, thereby cutting off Tesla's financial support, making his intentions clear, and scaring away Tesla's investors.
The great capitalist Thomas Alva Edison had no conscience.
He understood very well how to exploit human weakness.
He wielded fear as a weapon and achieved a personal victory in his struggle against Tesla, making people of that