Silvally and the Unknown Professor

The result was naturally futile.

Yan Yang's physique was far tougher than anyone could have imagined. The instruments of torture meant for ordinary people felt like little more than a scratch to him.

Electric shocks? He seemed like a rubber man, completely unaffected.

Whips? They could not even leave a pale mark on his skin.

Even when boiling water steaming hot was poured over his skin, it only brought up a brief flush before rapidly returning to normal. Yan Yang even narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Good thing they had not tried ice water... A flicker of relief passed through Yan Yang's heart. That was his real weakness.

The interrogators exchanged glances, their faces filled with disbelief and frustration. They had never encountered such a durable target. Could someone his age really train their body to this extent?

"Forget it!" The principal's face turned livid. "Lock him in solitary confinement and keep a close watch on him. Our top priority is finding any backup he may have hidden! He definitely tampered with the core database. We cannot give him the chance to take anything out!"

"Boss, wouldn't it be easier to just... deal with him directly?" the researcher who had been beaten muttered quietly.

The principal answered with an even harder knock on his head.

"Idiot! We haven't even figured out his background. How could we casually kill him? And when that person called to warn us about someone coming, they only told us to heighten security. They never said to eliminate the intruder."

"Besides—" The principal's voice suddenly rose, carrying a false sense of righteousness. "We are a legitimate elite educational institution. How can we resort to violence at every turn? Civilization, we must be civilized! Understand? At the very least... we should wait until we have the chance to