The Rising Morning Sun-This Is a Demon

The assassin, sweating profusely, cried out, "I... I surrender!"

The assassin was dragged back to Yi Gui Company like a dead pig.

Along the way, the employees of Yi Gui Company they encountered showed curiosity, but when they saw the injured man, they did not panic like ordinary people, and there was no fear in their eyes.

They simply stood there, observing curiously for a while, and then went about their work.

The assassin, his face covered in sweat from the pain, looked at the unusually calm employees and felt a deep sense of panic. What a terrifying company this was.

Why does everyone seem so used to this kind of scene? Isn't this just an ordinary company? Why do they all act like well-trained gangsters who've seen it all before?

Hateful!

The information that person provided was false!

The price and consequences of killing an ordinary company owner are completely different from those of killing a mafia boss!

The assassin was deathly pale; he knew that what awaited him was likely to end badly.

A shooting occurred in the Xia Kingdom. Shouldn't the police officers arrive quickly? Why hasn't anyone come to arrest him yet?

Someone please help him!

The assassin was dragged into the elevator, groaning and screaming all the way.

They arrived at the interrogation room on the fourth floor.

Don't ask why a legitimate clean transportation and energy company would have an interrogation room.

When asked, Bei Mu waved his hand and said that if an undercover agent came to steal intelligence, it would come in handy.

Bei Mu stood outside the interrogation room and asked a black-suited employee standing guard outside, "Has he confessed yet?"

"This guy is tough. No matter how we interrogate him, he insists he doesn't know who hired him."

Faint, piercing screams could be heard coming from inside the door. "I don't know, I really don't know."

"I said, I said, oh! But I really don't know who that person is."

Bei Mu said thoughtfully, "It seems he's really tough."

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

The call was connected very quickly.

"Hello? Hello?"

Bei Mu demanded matter-of-factly, "Bai Zuo, go back to the company, there's something I need you to do."

"Unfortunately, I broke my leg in a car accident yesterday while racing, so I've taken a week of sick leave and am resting now."

The Bai Zuo found an excuse that sounded obviously fabricated.

The Anomaly Containment Association various methods to treat injuries and illnesses. Not to mention a broken leg, even if your upper and lower body are separated, as long as you don't die on the spot, they can save you.

Even the most severe injuries can be healed in one medical pod.

Even if someone loses a hand or foot, there are prosthetics to replace it.

I guarantee you'll be wide awake and ready to go on missions again the next day.

"Really not coming? I've captured a tough assassin here, and I've been torturing him, but he won't reveal who hired him."

"Torture? Wow! That sounds interesting, really? Is he that tough? That's impressive. I really want to meet this tough-as-nails assassin."

Bei Mu revealed a sinister smile, "Yes, that's why I'm having such a headache. If you were here, it would be so much better. If you were the one interrogating him, you should be able to pry information out of him very quickly, right?"

It's because the Bai Zuo has the ability to manipulate people's hearts.

The Bai Zuo was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll be back in ten minutes."

The call ended.

Bei Mu twirled his phone. "Even if they realize my intentions, they'll be drawn to that tough killer. That's a calculated strategy."

The men in black suits around them pretended they hadn't heard anything.

Bei Mu returned to his office on the top floor, while Ling Hanyu continued to handle company affairs.

Although Bei Mu was playing games in the office, Ling Hanyu would occasionally come over to ask him a question.

"Did the police call to inquire? They attributed the incident to something unusual, saying the other party was suspected of being affected by something."

"The surrounding surveillance cameras? Let Tang Hou handle that."

"As for those passersby, give them hush money and have them sign confidentiality agreements."

While playing the game, Bei Mu also issued a series of commands without delay.

Ling Hanyu, unfazed, followed his instructions and quickly minimized the impact of the matter, as if she had done it hundreds or thousands of times before.

The Bai Zuo" arrived very quickly.

He was dressed in ordinary casual clothes, and presumably because the temperature had dropped quite a bit today, he had a black scarf around his neck.

He wore a black coat over a white turtleneck shirt, which, combined with his youthful face, made him look like a student who had just finished school.

"Good morning, everyone."

Bai Zuo was in a good mood and raised his hand to greet everyone.

The employee in the black suit immediately bowed slightly to him. "Good morning, Mr. Bai Zuo."

"Where is that tough nut to crack?" Bai Zuo asked, slightly excited.

His tone was slightly upturned, and his clear voice was very pleasant to hear, like the rising sun, full of vigor and vitality.

But the moment you meet his eyes, that absurd thought vanishes instantly.

This person is definitely not the naive and energetic type. If you underestimate him because of his youthful appearance, you won't even know how you died.

"Inside."

The employee in the black suit respectfully opened the door.

The assassin was tied to a chair.

He suffered many injuries.

Seeing someone enter, the assassin pleaded, "Waaah, I really don't know. It's not that I don't want to tell you, but you can just kill me."

Bai Zuo curiously leaned closer, "This gentleman doesn't seem afraid of death. Well, people in this line of work are bound to have some awareness."

The Bai Zuo spread his hands, gesturing for someone to bring over some wet wipes. "I don't want to get my hands dirty today. Um, do you know what this is?"

Bai Zuo saw the assassin's pupils shrink and said with satisfaction, "It seems you know."

"Apply this layer by layer to your face, and you'll slowly suffocate to death. This process will probably last for about ten minutes."

"It'll probably be a very painful process, right?"

The assassin's face trembled, and he stammered, unable to speak, probably imagining how painful it must be.

He watched as someone brought over a stack of wet wipes, imagining those wipes covering his face. As each wipe was applied, he could still breathe, albeit with some difficulty. However, as more and more wipes were applied, his breathing would become increasingly difficult, and he would eventually suffocate to death.

If the process of adding wet paper is slowed down, it can drag on to an unbearable degree of pain and torment.

The mere thought of it sent shivers down the spine of the assassin.

Bai Zuo picked up a wet piece of paper with his fingers; against the white paper, his fingers appeared exceptionally long and slender.

But to the assassin, the other person appeared to be a smiling demon.

As Bai Zuo drew closer, the assassin's mental defenses finally crumbled, and he shouted in a fit of rage, "I'll tell you everything: the bounty I accepted on the internal network, his internal network number, and the rendezvous code!"