dong's shoes, enduring the smell to affix an ultramicro listening device under the insole. After placing three pinhole cameras around the room, Yang Ming quietly left without disturbing anyone at any...Chapter 1094: An Ancient Form of Punishment

In Lixin Manor, there were the best doctors around, so Su Fuhua didn't need to be hospitalized. He lay in bed, gazing at the intricately patterned ceiling, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Chu Maotao was standing by his side and calling Gu Tianran: "Young Master, after the Commander-in-Chief saw the news, he fell ill with anger. If you're available, please come to see him."

The expression on Chu Zhaonan's face gradually faded as whatever the other party said came through the phone.

"Alright, I understand. I will relay this message to the Commander-in-Chief right away." After hanging up, Chu Zhaonan turned to Su Fuhua who was lying in bed: "Commander-in-Chief, Young Master..."

Displeased, Su Fuhua said, "What are you beating around the bush for Speak quickly!" Though everyone could see that Su Fuhua cared deeply about what Tianran had to say.

"Young Master says he's still confined to bed and asked me to tell you to take good care of yourself. He will come visit once his wounds have healed," Chu Zhaonan reported nervously.

"...Alright, that is truly my good grandson!" Su Fuhua said with a wretched smile, panting heavily: "Tell him never—never—to set foot in this house again! If he dares to enter Lixin Manor, I'll break his legs!"

Chu Zhaonan hesitated. "Commander-in-Chief, is it really appropriate to say such things"

"What's inappropriate about it Pass on my words exactly as they are! Not a single word should be left out!" Su Fuhua slammed his hand against the bedpost and began coughing violently again.

"Understood, I will convey your message immediately." After Chu Zhaonan softly closed the door and returned to his own room, he looked at his phone with a smile on his lips. There were no call records related to Gu Tianran in his phone's recent calls list.

...

Matsuda Seihō slowly regained consciousness, lying on the cold ground. He felt as though all his strength had been drained from him; every bone in his body seemed to be broken. As he tried to sit up, a sharp pain shot through his elbow joint, causing him to break out in a cold sweat and abandon his attempt.

Soon, he realized that none of his limbs could move at all, with critical joints shattered beyond repair. This meant that even if he managed to survive, he would spend the rest of his life as a cripple bedridden and unable to take care of himself—nothing more than a complete invalid.

Understanding this reality only deepened Matsuda Seihō's gloom. He began recalling the events leading up to his injury.

Matsuda Seihō never imagined that upon leaving the island, where he was planning to make his mark in business, he would encounter such a formidable opponent who left him helpless against every attack, leaving him only to suffer and be brutally killed!

Thinking of this made Matsuda Seihō want to use his venomous teeth to commit suicide, but then he realized that not only were his limbs shattered beyond repair, even the teeth in his mouth had been completely removed!

"How could this happen How could this be" Matsuda Seihō wanted to scream, only to find that his throat was parched and smoking. As soon as he opened his mouth, a thick smell of blood filled the air.

"Someone! Someone! I want water, I need water!" Matsuda Seihō shouted through the pain in his body. He wasn't willing to die like this; an intense desire for survival surged from deep within him.

All the suffering he had endured was meant to one day enable him to take revenge on China, yet now he found himself captured by Chinese authorities—unable to live and unable to die!

He needed to survive, at least not to die in the hands of the Chinese.

At this moment, all the lights in the room suddenly turned on, the glaring brightness being so unfamiliar that Matsuda Seihō couldn't open his eyes immediately.

"Not bad, you can still speak." Wang Zheng and Li Xiaoxiao walked in with two bottles of water. Looking at the figure lying on the ground, he said, "I'll ask you a few questions. If your answers satisfy me, you may drink this bottle of water."

"Daydreaming!" Matsuda Seishu looked at Wang Zheng's smirking expression and his eyes were filled with infinite hatred: "There's no way I will answer your questions!"

"Oh my, you use idioms pretty well too. Let me see if you can be even more stubborn" Wang Zheng walked in front of Matsuda Seishu and lightly tapped his ribcage with the tip of his toe. A few hours ago, he had torn out a rib from this very spot!

"Ah!"

Even just a light tap caused Matsuda Seishu to tremble in pain as if the intense agony was tearing his entire body apart.

"Do you know why I knew you came from some island" Wang Zheng crouched down and said with a smile, "Because... I once killed someone named Akimoto Kōmichi in America."

"What" Matsuda Seishu didn't expect that Wang Zheng would actually mention this name he was intimately familiar with. A strong sense of disbelief flashed across his eyes!

He had always believed that the existence of his organization was a top-secret matter, nobody could know about it, but now Wang Zheng clearly said out "Akimoto Kōmichi", which overturned Matsuda Seishu's worldview and indicated that Wang Zheng knew their secret organization.

"You know this person, and you guys are very close, right" Wang Zheng smiled as he asked: "Either answer me or I'll step on you again."

"Of course, I have already seen the answer in your eyes. Now all I want is to step on you once more."

Just thinking about that soul-searing pain from earlier caused Matsuda Seishu to shiver with a cold chill.

"Hesitate for three seconds and step on it again," Wang Zheng said, and the tip of his leather-shoe-clad foot hit his rib wound once more!

This time, Wang Zheng had put in a bit more strength, making Matsuda Seisuke feel even more excruciating pain.

"Are you going to speak or not"

"Y-you're the devil!" Sweat as big as beans rolled down from his forehead continuously. Matsuda Seisuke could hardly catch his breath and speak, so he could only use his eyes to show Wang Zheng hatred and resentment.

"Am I a devil Compared with what you've done before, I'm practically an angel!" Wang Zheng said coldly, without any trace of sympathy in his eyes.

“Actually, I’m not worried that you won’t talk. You’ll definitely tell me everything you know.” Wang Zheng’s tone was calm: “Do you know how Kawai Yashiro finally surrendered”

Matsuda Seisuke didn't speak, but a wave of fear arose instinctively in his heart!

"I injected him with high-purity drugs. After one injection, he got hooked." Wang Zheng chuckled lightly: "Later on, he knelt down and cried out to me, begging for another shot. You haven’t seen the scene, so you don’t know how beautiful it was."

Matsuda Seisuke’s body uncontrollably shuddered.

"Of course, I won't use such a method on you because it's too expensive." Wang Zheng casually pulled out a small knife: "In ancient China, there is a way to execute someone called cutting three thousand cuts. You will only die after all the three thousand cuts are completed."

Matsuda Seisuke’s eyes revealed an expression of despair.help swallowing a large mouthful of saliva. Such high-quality, purebred coffee beans are now extremely rare; they have no market price and are basically expensive auction items in auctions, difficult...