Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter 291 Zhuang Yifan's Secret Torture Method "Stir-fried Ribs"

Having resolved the complicated procedures of the job transfer, Ye Shaohong didn't rest and immediately began working.

He took Li Yunlong and Zhuang Yifan directly to the prison under the direct command of the Jiangcheng Station of the Special Service Department and had the Japanese spies brought out.

Although both are interrogation rooms, the interrogation rooms at the Jiangcheng Station of the Special Service were significantly more rudimentary compared to those at the Jinling Headquarters.

They certainly had access to some common torture tools.

However, the Jiangcheng Station of the Special Service no longer had such sophisticated torture instruments.

For example, electric chairs, emergency doctors on standby at all times...

The lack of these features made Ye Shaohong feel somewhat uncomfortable, but it didn't have much of an impact.

After the interrogation staff brought in the Japanese spy who had been secretly meeting with the eldest madam at Jiuzhen Temple, Ye Shaohong nodded, and they immediately took action.

Binding, whipping, pepper spray, bamboo skewers, tiger bench...

After a series of torture instruments were used, the Japanese spy, who was tied to the rack, screamed pitifully and bled profusely.

But he has never confessed.

This gradually wore down Ye Shaohong's patience.

who is he?

Ye Shaohong is the infamous "Ye Yanluo" of the Special Service Headquarters, feared by all.

When dealing with enemies, he is ruthless, cold-blooded, and merciless.

Ye Shaohong had no intention of wasting any more time here. "Alright."

"Brothers, you've all worked hard too."

"Since this Japanese spy is stubborn and unwilling to confess, let my men take over."

With a casual remark, Ye Shaohong interrupted the interrogation process of the interrogation officers, and then turned to look at Zhuang Yifan.

"Team...Station Chief, you can rest assured that you've left it to me."

"Let me get him a plate of stir-fried pork ribs first!"

Zhuang Yifan had already grown impatient with the listless work process of the interrogation staff at the Jiangcheng Station of the Special Service Department, but upon hearing Ye Shaohong's words, he immediately perked up.

As he spoke, Zhuang Yifan took off his undershirt.

His strong, muscular physique was on full display.

Then, with a sinister grin, he slowly walked to the rack, stopping less than a meter in front of the Japanese spy. "These Japanese are really short!"

“They’re all men, but look at them, none of them are even 1.5 meters tall.”

"No wonder our people call you little devils."

Zhuang Yifan had plenty of experience in interrogation. With just a few simple words, he immediately made the middle-aged man on the torture rack raise his head.

A hint of resentment and malice also appeared in the man's eyes.

However, he still managed to remain somewhat calm.

He did not directly respond to Zhuang Yifan, nor did he hurl insults.

"Hey."

“You’re not convinced when I call you little devils.”

"Fine, even though you're all beasts, not human, I can't let you off so easily."

"Listen carefully, I'm only giving you one chance. Confess honestly." "If you're not willing, then don't blame me."

After waiting a few more breaths, still no sound came from the Japanese spy on the torture rack, and Zhuang Yifan's face darkened.

Meanwhile, inside the interrogation room, several interrogators from the torture department were also nervously watching Zhuang Yifan's movements.

Upon hearing and seeing this, the interrogation team members simultaneously curled their lip in disgust.

They had initially held some expectations for Zhuang Yifan, this big guy, but after seeing this scene, they lost interest.

"Tch, I thought he'd have some amazing tricks up his sleeve, but it's just like this?"

"Persuade people to do good? If that could make people confess, the Special Service wouldn't need to set up a special interrogation department."

"Just wait and see, there's more to come."

The three interrogation officers huddled together, whispering amongst themselves. Even though Ye Shaohong was sitting behind the interrogation table, and even though he held the position of deputy station chief, he was still a newly appointed official and had not yet established his authority, so these men were not afraid of him.

His nonchalant attitude naturally caught Ye Shaohong's eye.

He did not reprimand them verbally.

He simply continued to observe everything with great interest.

Only Li Yunlong, standing to the side, clenched his fists tightly. He coldly watched the three interrogation officers, having memorized their faces.

Given Li Yunlong's vengeful nature, it's safe to say that these three audacious fellows will definitely not have an easy time in the future.

"Yifan, stop talking nonsense and get started."

"If you can't do it, then I'll do it!"

Li Yunlong was already short-tempered, and when he heard several low-ranking interrogation staff members dare to make such unrestrained comments in front of Ye Shaohong, he became somewhat annoyed. It's said that a subject dies for his lord's dishonor, but given Li Yunlong's background in the Yanzimen, he probably didn't know the meaning of those words.

However, out of respect for Ye Shaohong, he still expressed his attitude.

"What are you in a hurry for?"

"Just stand there and watch."

"He's just a stubborn bastard, can't I handle him?"

Zhuang Yifan responded casually, then subtly glanced at the interrogation officers before stepping forward to stand before the spy.

Under the suspicious and wary gaze of the Japanese spy, Zhuang Yifan swiftly moved his arms, his ten fingers hooking directly onto the sides of the spy's chest.

They grabbed his ribs.

The immense force struck, causing the Japanese spy to let out a painful howl. "Hmph!"

"what is it call?"

"This is just the beginning. Now I'll show you what 'stir-fried pork ribs' really means."

Accompanied by cold words, Zhuang Yifan's fingers gradually tightened. With an overbearing and domineering manner, and with overwhelming force, he gripped the Japanese spy's ribs and began to knead them forcefully.

Was he kneading the ribs and flesh of a Japanese spy?

No.

Zhuang Yifan was clearly gripping the Japanese spy's ribs and flesh, forcefully squeezing the spy's internal organs in his chest.

The moment that extreme pain surfaced, the Japanese spy, who had been stubbornly refusing to admit it just a moment ago, changed his expression and let out an even more miserable, inhuman wail and scream.

"Baka, baka."

"Let me go, let me go..." "It hurts, it hurts so much!"

In just a brief moment of contact, Zhuang Yifan used his unique methods of torture to torment the Japanese spy to the point of despair.

As the piercing scream rang out, his face visibly turned ashen.

A trickle of scarlet blood began to slide down the corner of his mouth.

If it weren't for Zhuang Yifan's ten fingers still firmly gripping his ribs and flesh, that one moment of contact would have caused the Japanese spy to collapse to the ground like a dead dog.

"No...don't...stop it."

"I confess...I confess!"