Chapter 397
Here, everyone can fully unleash themselves. The normally gentle and well-mannered professor can also let out his bestial nature, using more stimulating methods on female prisoners or indulging in some overly thrilling games. Human ugliness and filth are not condemned in this place because here, everyone is the same; there is no hypocrisy, no concealment, only stark exposure and confession. Even murder is just a matter of blinking an eye. This place offers you the most satisfying ways to vent.
At this moment, Ye Tian was disgracefully strapped to a chair, to be exact, he was sitting on a specially made all-metal chair. Ye Tian’s back was straightened, and his hands and feet were secured, with numerous tubes inserted into his arms and legs, making him look like an experimental lab rat, truly pitiful.
It was clear that this poor man has already suffered greatly. Beneath the steel chair lay a large puddle of yellow liquid—a mixture of urine and feces—the watery mess dripped directly from Ye Tian’s clothing onto the floor, emitting a foul smell.
"Ye Tian, don’t play dead with me, acting like I don’t know how tough you are. Look at the froth you’re spitting out, like a goddamn beer tap, who do you think you’re fooling? Fuck!"
After cursing, the glasses-wearing young man delivered two solid slaps to Ye Tian’s face. Ye Tian, already semi-conscious, now passed out completely. The man scooped up a large ladle of cold water from the bucket beside him, took a couple of gulps, and then splashed it directly on Ye Tian’s face, rousing him.
Ye Tian woke up, lifting his dripping wet head, fiercely shaking the drops of water from his hair, and then he looked up at Zhang Jingfu in front of him.
"Heh heh, sleeping isn’t comfortable, but having such an accomplished protector by your side, one can always sleep soundly. What I don’t understand is why only you came. Perhaps the one with real power didn’t have the time, so they had to send you, the deputy, to take up the mantle?"
That comment hit a nerve with Zhang Jingfu, "Heh, screw your grandmother, kid. I’m giving you face already. What, you think I don’t have the qualifications to interrogate you, huh? Come, let me show you my skills."
What Zhang Jingfu despised most was his neither-high-nor-low position. He was higher than those below, but the people below were either field agents planting crops or running logistics or operatives carrying out missions in distant lands. He couldn’t reach them with his whip. But it was different with the one above him, a simple word from them and he had to run around like a headless chicken to get things done, otherwise, he’d be in for it.
Now that Ye Tian had hit his sore spot, Zhang Jingfu had no intent of going easy on him. He pointed to an instrument rack nearby, then grabbed Ye Tian’s chin forcefully, lifting his head, "Come on, my lord, take a look, whatever catches your eye, I’ll strap it on you."
With difficulty, Ye Tian twisted his head to look at the torture instruments, then snorted coldly and dismissively turned his head back to Zhang Jingfu. Unexpectedly, he spat a wad of thick saliva onto his face, "Kid, when I was playing with these toys, you didn’t even exist in your mother’s womb yet. Now you think you can lock me down with this stuff? You’re far too naive."