nashuaworldcup Chapter 263 The Beauty and the Boss's Love and Career (16 words)
Chapter 263 The Beauty and the Boss's Love and Career (16 words)
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the prisoner's eyes began to flicker, sometimes filled with fear, sometimes revealing a glimmer of hope.
He was clearly going through a fierce internal struggle; his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat that slowly slid down his cheeks.
The basement was silent; everyone was waiting for his answer.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and the air became unusually heavy, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Yun Suisi stood in the center, exuding a cold aura, his gaze fixed on the stubborn prisoner as if it were a tangible object.
“Bring his companion up and tie him to his side.”
Yun Suisi's voice was cool, yet it carried an undeniable firmness.
As the order was given, the basement door was violently pushed open, and several burly henchmen, looking like fierce demons, escorted two interstellar pirates in.
The two people, a man and a woman, were both covered in dust and looked disheveled, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
They were shoved violently onto chairs, and then ropes were quickly wrapped around them, binding them tightly to the prisoners next to them.
"Li Que, your knife skills are excellent, go and slice the meat."
Yun Suisi turned his head slightly to look at the tall, sharp-eyed man beside him.
A cruel smile curled at the corner of Li Que's lips as he slowly drew the incredibly sharp dagger from his waist.
The blade gleamed with a chilling light in the dim light, like a messenger from hell, exuding a bloodthirsty aura.
Li Que walked steadily to the side of the male prisoner.
He gently lifted the other man's chin with his dagger, his voice as cold as ice in the dead of winter:
"Don't be afraid, I'll be very 'gentle'."
The male prisoner's eyes widened, filled with fear and rage, and he roared hoarsely:
"You demons! Let me go!"
However, Li Que ignored his roar and just smiled coldly.
Li Que's hand was as steady as a rock, and the dagger slowly slid down the male prisoner's arm. The movement seemed gentle, but it carried a chilling determination.
In an instant, a hissing sound was heard.
The sharp blade sliced open a gash in the flesh, and blood gushed out instantly, dripping down the arm like a winding red line.
"what!"
The male prisoner let out a heart-wrenching scream, a sound that seemed to pierce the basement ceiling.
His body twisted and struggled frantically, trying to break free from the shackles-like ropes, but all in vain.
"Ran Cang, you're a good shot, practice with me."
Yun Suisi then turned his gaze to the short-haired, capable woman, Ran Cang.
Ran Cang's lips curled up into a playful smile as he pulled a small, exquisite pistol from his waist.
She gently toyed with the pistol, a hint of excitement in her eyes, as if she were about to embark on an interesting game.
Ran Cang stood before the female prisoner, his eyes filled with no pity, only endless indifference.
"boom!"
A sharp gunshot shattered the suffocating atmosphere in the basement.
A flower of blood instantly bloomed on the female prisoner's leg.
Her body jolted violently, as if struck by a heavy hammer, followed by a piercing scream filled with boundless pain and despair:
"Help! Please, stop torturing me! I can't take it anymore!"
"Look closely, this is what happens if you keep being stubborn."
Yun Suisi walked up to the first prisoner again, slowly squatted down, and looked him in the eye.
His eyes were like a deep, cold pool, as if they could see through every thought in the other person's heart.
"Your companions are paying a heavy price for your stubbornness."
Do you really think it's worth keeping quiet for that secretive organization that doesn't even dare to reveal its identity?
Think of the suffering your companions have endured; are you really going to stand by and watch them suffer because of you?
The prisoner's forehead was covered with large beads of sweat, which rolled down his cheeks like beads from a broken string.
His eyes were filled with pain and struggle, his heart constantly torn between loyalty and fear.
He clenched his teeth, his lips bleeding from being bitten so hard, but he stubbornly kept his mouth shut, refusing to utter a single word.
Li Que looked at the male prisoner, a ruthless glint in his eyes.
The dagger in her hand traced lightly across the male prisoner's other arm, her voice like a devil's whisper:
"The next cut won't be so lenient. This cut will ruin your arm."
The male prisoner looked at his companion in terror, his eyes filled with pleading and despair:
"Speak! Stop torturing us! We can't take it anymore!"
Ran Cang also pointed his gun at the female prisoner's other leg, a cold smile on his face, and said mockingly:
"If you don't speak up, the next shot will be right here."
"After this shot, you can forget about ever having legs again."
The female prisoner cried her heart out, her face streaked with tears, and she shouted tearfully at the first prisoner:
"Please, stop torturing us! We don't want to die, and we don't want to suffer like this anymore!"
However, the prisoner remained unmoved, his eyes revealing a hint of determination.
Upon seeing this, Yun Suisi frowned slightly and decided to intensify the psychological pressure on the prisoners.
His voice was deep and seductive, like a summons from the depths of darkness:
"As you have seen, resistance is pointless."
For every second you hold on, your companion will suffer more pain.
Telling the truth is your only way out, and the only hope to save your companions.
Stop being so stubborn. What do you think your persistence will get you?
It's just more pain and death.
As this despairing torment continued, Yun Sui appeared remarkably relaxed in a corner of the basement.
He sat quietly at an antique table, on which sat an exquisite tea set.
Yun Sui's movements were gentle and graceful.
He first picked up the scalding kettle and slowly poured boiling water into the teapot. Instantly, the aroma of tea filled the air and rose in wisps.
Yun Sui's gaze was focused and calm, as if the bloodshed and pain in the outside world had nothing to do with him.
He proceeded with each step of the tea-making process in an orderly manner.
Warming the cup, rinsing the tea, and brewing—the movements are all done in one smooth, natural motion, like flowing water.
"Ah Si, have some tea."
Yun Sui spoke softly, breaking the tense and oppressive atmosphere in the basement.
Yun Suisi nodded slightly and walked steadily to Yun Sui's side.
He took the teacup Yun Sui handed him, took a small sip, and a look of contentment appeared on his face.
In this bloody and brutal interrogation scene, the scene of the two drinking tea seemed out of place, yet it possessed a unique and intimidating power.
"You...you are not human!"
The prisoner finally couldn't help but roar, but he remained tight-lipped about the crucial information.
Yun Suisi put down his teacup, a hint of disappointment and impatience flashing in his eyes.
He walked up to the prisoner again, his eyes revealing a determination to achieve his goal at all costs.
"It seems you still haven't grasped the situation."
"Leaving the palace, turning it blue, let's continue, let him know that our patience is limited."
Li Que raised his dagger again, this time with even greater decisiveness.
The dagger pierced deep into the male prisoner's arm, slicing and cracking repeatedly, the sound of bones breaking echoing continuously.
The male prisoner's screams echoed throughout the basement.
Ran Cang pulled the trigger again, and the bullets pierced deep into the female prisoner's legs, leaving them a bloody mess.
The female prisoner fainted from the pain.
During this long and cruel ordeal, the basement was filled with a strong stench of blood, which contrasted sharply and eerily with the faint aroma of tea emanating from Yun Sui's brewed tea.
Under this double torment, the prisoner's psychological defenses finally began to crumble.
"We...we were acting on orders from the organization."