Interrogation

"Crack!" The bamboo sword landed heavily on Jiaming. Across from him, Shasha let out a muffled sound as she struggled fiercely on her chair.

"Haha, our classmate Jiaming can really take it. He can endure that without making a sound," Cao Dongfeng said, resting the bamboo sword on his shoulder with a triumphant air. "But why are you screaming, little sister Huaisha? If Jiaming isn't crying out, it's obvious he's not in pain."

He smiled, then swung the bamboo sword with even more force, crackling sounds echoing as it repeatedly struck Jiaming. "You're not in pain! You're not in pain! You're not in pain! I know I'm hitting you lightly! Hitting you lightly!"

As he ferociously beat Jiaming, the Japanese old man beside him swung his bamboo sword, and crisp sounds also came from the Japanese girl named Yuechi Xun. However, apart from the sound of the bamboo sword hitting, everything else seemed eerily quiet. Yuechi Xun sat there as if she had lost her soul, taking a hit, tilting to the side, then sitting upright. Jiaming, tied to the pillar, also remained silent, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain.

After a moment, Jiaming noticed Yuechi Xun's cold gaze shift towards him for an instant. Likely surprised by his endurance, he chuckled inwardly.

If he truly wanted to endure, it wasn't impossible to be as unresponsive as her. However, he was currently playing the role of a child, and pushing his limits just a little was enough. He still needed to put on a pained expression.

While the two being beaten remained silent, Shasha, tied to the chair, watched Jiaming take each blow as if it were hitting her. She struggled more intensely, crying out "Wuwuwu" with all her might. The four legs of the chair bounced on the ground with her struggles, making loud thuds. Finally, the chair toppled over, and Shasha fell to the ground with it. Maintaining a kneeling position, she raised her head. The girl's eyes were wide open, and tears streamed down her face. It was unclear if she was hurt from the fall or heartbroken for Jiaming.

Hearing Shasha fall, Cao Dongfeng finally stopped, panting, and looked at Jiaming with surprise. "I didn't expect you could endure so much... Are you immune because you're always getting beaten?"

He made a joke, then looked back at Shasha on the ground. "But your girlfriend has knelt down directly. Cousin Huaisha, what are you trying to do? Begging for mercy? Come, come, untie her mouth so we can hear what she has to say."

A subordinate beside him removed the cloth from Shasha's mouth, and she immediately spoke, "Cao Dongfeng, if you have something, come at me! If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one!"

"One-on-one?" Cao Dongfeng raised an eyebrow. "How can that be? I can't beat you. Those words are not pleasant to hear."

As he spoke, he turned and struck Jiaming again.

When one puts all their strength into hitting someone, and the person being hit remains like a block of wood with no reaction, it's a frustrating experience. It's like a singer performing to an empty applause or a comedian performing to silence. However, although Jiaming was silent, Shasha's continuous curses followed, which only made Cao Dongfeng hit harder.

"Cao Dongfeng, you scoundrel..."

"You're not a man, you're a coward..."

"You don't even dare to fight a woman, you want to fight me..."

Such curses gradually turned into crying and begging for mercy...

"Don't hit him anymore..."

"Please, stop, you'll kill him..."

"Ah—"

Watching Shasha's usually stubborn and strong face covered in tears as she cried out hoarsely, Jiaming sighed inwardly. Any ordinary child would have buckled under such torture long ago. However, Cao Dongfeng didn't seem to want to beat him to death, so he wasn't hitting any vital spots. If he acted now, as long as he timed it right, it shouldn't be too much of a problem. But should he act in front of her? And how would he explain it later? He sighed inwardly, feeling a slight headache.

The torture had been going on for over an hour. Shasha's throat was hoarse from crying. She knelt on the ground, leaning against the chair. Her bound knees could only move forward in small steps, leaving a trail over a meter long on the ground. Others nearby merely watched the spectacle, paying no mind. Cao Dongfeng was raising his bamboo sword when, with a crack, the Japanese old man beside him blocked his sword and said something with a frown.

A translator who understood Japanese stepped forward and said, "Brother Feng, Mr. Yuechi says he can't watch anymore. The purpose of torture is to inflict maximum pain. If limbs are injured too early, it only reduces the duration of the other person's suffering. He wants you to watch how he hits."

Cao Dongfeng's eyes lit up, and he said respectfully, "Please, Master, guide me. Please, Master, guide me." He knew this Japanese man was incredibly skilled and quickly followed up. The old man Yuechi swung his bamboo sword, and instantly, a bone-deep pain shot through Jiaming's arm.

The old man Yuechi calmly explained the method of applying force in Japanese, how to stop just in time, how to keep the wrist steady, and how to make it look effortless. Cao Dongfeng listened with a subservient nod. After a long while, the old man suddenly looked at the sky and said in Japanese, "Time's up."

He walked back to Yuechi Xun and asked, "The three days are up. If you still don't speak, don't blame me for doing something embarrassing to you!"

The old man walked back, and Cao Dongfeng, full of excitement, was about to put his newfound knowledge into practice. Shasha had crawled a bit further forward and was now crying softly, "Don't, don't hit him anymore..." This cry only fueled Cao Dongfeng's excitement. He blew on his hands, then looked back at Shasha triumphantly before shouting, "Ah!" and bringing the bamboo sword down.

"Crack—"

This sound was louder than any previous swing. Jiaming's small body trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before his head drooped. Cao Dongfeng excitedly checked him. "Haha, he's fainted, he's fainted..."

Shasha froze on the ground, her eyes filled with a dazed emptiness. Then, she softly cried out, "Jiaming, Jiaming..." Her knees moved towards him even faster.

Cao Dongfeng turned, about to call for water to wake Jiaming up, when he was suddenly stopped by the Japanese old man again. "Mr. Yuechi says you should strip that Japanese girl naked right here and then have your way with her..." the translator said with a lewd smile.

"Right here, with everyone watching?" Cao Dongfeng was slightly stunned. But then he saw Cao Jinghao, who had been watching the commotion, shout, "Do whatever Mr. Yuechi tells you to do! Why are you saying so much!?"

"Oh." Cao Dongfeng rubbed his hands. Although he found it absurd, he didn't care. This girl was too beautiful, no less than Lingjing. It was just that she was brought by Mr. Yuechi, so he had tried hard to suppress all thoughts of her. Being able to have her once, even with an audience, and among acquaintances, wasn't a loss.

Thinking this, he walked up to the girl, glanced at the old man Yuechi, and after receiving an affirmative nod, reached out his hands. However, just as he was about to touch the collar of her kimono, a flash of white light suddenly appeared before his eyes!

"Crack!" Yuechi Xun's left hand retracted. Cao Dongfeng, startled by this sudden turn of events, stumbled back several steps, almost falling to the ground. Seeing a few drops of blood dripping from the wide sleeve of Yuechi Xun's left arm, he realized that this little girl, who looked like a porcelain doll, had made the move. If Mr. Yuechi hadn't hit her, his own neck would likely have been severed.

What was that... If Mr. Yuechi wanted to hit her, he wouldn't allow her to carry any weapons. So... it must be her fingernails.

With this thought, the old man Yuechi patted his back with his bamboo sword, urging him to go up immediately. The translator said, "Mr. Yuechi wants you to rest assured, he'll be watching you from the side."

"Heh heh, then I'm relieved."

This time, Cao Dongfeng walked directly towards her and was about to make a move when Yuechi Xun suddenly jumped up, intending to escape to the side. The old man beside her moved, and with another crack, the girl fell to the ground like a butterfly with broken wings. Her wide kimono spread out, her black hair cascading like a waterfall. However, a section of her lower leg exposed beneath the kimono was covered in shocking wounds. This old man had made her wear a bright red outfit, and they beat her every day. While it looked beautiful and alluring on the surface, beneath the kimono, the girl's body was likely covered in injuries.

Cao Dongfeng hesitated for a moment, then still reached out towards the girl on the ground. At that moment, the girl's body moved again, her right hand thrusting out fiercely. Cao Dongfeng retreated, and then the bamboo sword met her, another heavy blow. This time, Cao Dongfeng could see that as she lay on her side, blood stained her slender fingers within her sleeve, trembling slightly.

He subconsciously glanced at the old man beside him, took a breath, and bent down again.

Meanwhile, Shasha had slowly crawled to within a meter of Jiaming. As she moved, she looked at the unconscious boy, her heart aching... It had never hurt like this before... Why...

Suddenly, she saw Jiaming lift his head and then open his eyes.

Before she could cry out, she froze. Because Jiaming's eyes were now filled with a vacant, death-like blankness, which then turned into a blood-red hue.

"Jiaming..."

The sound caught in her throat, turning into unknown fear and confusion.

On the other side, Cao Dongfeng had grabbed Yuechi Xun's kimono collar and was slowly pulling it open, revealing shocking wounds from the inside. The astonishing sight came into view, and gasps erupted from the surroundings. Beside him, the Japanese old man's bamboo sword shattered its outer casing, and then a cold glint shot out. However, this time, he was too late.

Cao Dongfeng was lifted into the air.

His collar was clutched tightly, and he could only feel a sharp point pressed firmly against his back. In front of him, the old man's drawn samurai sword stopped, its tip almost touching his throat.

"Don't move—"

"Let go!"

"Jiaming…"

Amidst the cacophony of voices, the Japanese girl lying on her side on the ground quietly raised her head. She looked at the young man standing beside her. The dagger in his hand was pressed firmly against Cao Dongfeng's lower back, blood slowly trickling down the corner of his mouth. Had he, too, become covered in wounds like herself, his clothes hiding them?

Then, she saw the young man smile.

"Old man… you're not fast enough…"

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