Playing the Subservient Role

Qi Si carried out Wang Yan's orders very well. By noon, his little white shirt was soaked through with sweat and speckled with blood, practically turned into a bloodstained garment. The little brat looked quite fierce. His inch-long hair was wet too, and there were still traces of water on his face. One look was enough to tell that he had washed his face and casually wiped his hair back afterward.

Wang Yan had Qi Si take off the shirt and throw it away, then change into one Wang Yan had left here. Though it was much too big, at least it was dry. Tuck it in a bit and make do with it.

The two went downstairs to look at Iguchi Koji, who had been beaten beyond recognition by all kinds of torture and had long since stopped breathing. He had truly been tortured to death alive. Other than the electric chair, more than half the instruments of torture had been used on him. If there had been any pauses, they were probably only when Qi Si got tired and took a smoke break. Iguchi Koji might have caught his breath then, but afterward, he had been beaten continuously until he died.

After having someone collect the body and leave it here for the time being, Wang Yan got into Qi Si's car and went to a restaurant on Father Jin Road for lunch. As usual, there was no need to say anything upon entering; the owner naturally had the dishes brought out. Wang Yan still took the innermost seat, a secure position where he could observe the situation outside and evade an attack at the first opportunity.

Sitting opposite him, Qi Si held a teacup in one hand and propped his head up with the other, turning to