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

Chapter 332 Civil Punishments

Jiangcheng Station of the Special Service Department.

Inside the interrogation room.

Yamada Hisao was already tied to the rack, while Chen Huishan stood to the side holding a whip, looking around with curiosity.

The torture instruments hanging on the walls, the burning charcoal brazier in the corner, and the pungent, lingering smell of blood that seemed to dissipate.

All of this made Chen Huishan excited and thrilled.

He unconsciously tightened his grip on the long whip in his hand.

When Chen Huishan turned back to look at Yamada Hisao on the rack, he could no longer suppress his excitement.

But he can't act yet. Because Ye Shaohong, sitting calmly at the interrogation table, hasn't spoken yet.

The wait lasted for about seven or eight minutes.

Seeing Ye Shaohong close the file in his hand, Chen Huishan immediately smiled. He bent over and approached the interrogation table.

"Stationmaster, shall we begin torture now?"

"Why, can't you wait?"

Ye Shaohong tossed the case file aside, crossed his fingers in front of his chest, and nodded indifferently.

"Alright, seeing how anxious you are, you can preside over this interrogation."

"Let me see what you're capable of."

These few simple words reached Chen Huishan's ears, and his eyes immediately lit up.

His body was trembling slightly.

An indescribable urge to perform almost brought him to orgasm on the spot.

"Stationmaster, you can hold it up."

"I can't speak for other things, but I'm very good at sorting out people."

After his boastful words, Chen Huishan immediately turned around and looked at Yamada Hisao, who was on the torture rack.

A cruel smile crept across his lips.

"Old man, hang in there!"

“My methods are different from others. If you can’t take it anymore, just say so, lest I accidentally kill you if I use too much force.”

Chen Huishan is still too inexperienced. He brought the methods used in the streets and alleys to the secret service, which was not wrong in itself.

There are many talented people among ordinary people.

No one can guarantee that ordinary people in the streets and alleys don't possess unique skills. But Chen Huishan made one mistake.

He shouldn't have underestimated Yamada Hisao. This old guy was no ordinary person, much less one of those petty thieves under his command.

Decades of experience as a spy had hardened Yamada Hisao's nerves to the point of being as tough as steel.

Chen Huishan intended to use coercion and intimidation to terrify Yamada Hisao and force him to surrender.

This is unrealistic.

However, Ye Shaohong did not correct him, nor did he intend to offer any reminders.

Just as Ye Shaohong said, the strangeness was that he just wanted to see how Chen Huishan was capable. As for whether the old man Yamada Hisao was willing to confess, Ye Shaohong was not in a hurry.

He has uncovered all the Japanese spies and traitors hiding within the newly formed 7th Army.

Yamada Hisao is now like a toothless tiger, completely at his mercy.

Since that's the case, it's fine to take a break occasionally and enjoy the excitement.

Ye Shaohong had the leisure to play around.

Yamada Hisao, who was on the rack, heard Chen Huishan's words and curled the corners of his mouth into a mocking smile.

"Use whatever methods you have."

"Although I am old and useless, my stubborn bones can still hold on for a while."

As he spoke softly, Yamada Hisao glanced at Ye Shaohong with a look that seemed both provocative and mocking, as if to say, "You're not good enough either."

With subordinates like this, it's strange how you managed to catch me.

Ye Shaohong didn't say anything about this.

He sat behind the interrogation table, gently tapping the surface with his hand.

"Judging from the timeline, Qian Tao should have already met with He Mingxuan."

Why hasn't anyone come yet?

"He Mingxuan wouldn't be waiting for me to come to him, would he?"

"He certainly has a big face!"

Just as Ye Shaohong was pondering this, the sound of a whip sheath striking human flesh echoed in the interrogation room.

Yamada Hisao was indeed strong.

To establish his authority, Chen Huishan either didn't act at all, or he did, and he went straight for a brutal blow to Yamada Hisao.

He wielded the whip in his hand as if splashing ink.

In just a dozen or so breaths, dozens of lashes landed on Yamada Hisao's chest.

Occasionally, if the angle of the whip sheath swished off, it would strike Yamada Hisao's neck, cheek, or thigh, leaving immediately visible scarlet welts.

The fine steel wires intertwined within the soft whip tore apart the flesh and blood of Yamada Hisao's chest.

Fresh blood flowed down.

Soon after, a pool of blood was left on the ground.

But what about Yamada Hisao?

He didn't even let out a painful groan; compared to when they first met, he was only a little paler.

Blood was drawn from between his lips and teeth.

"Damn, the old guy's pretty tough!"

"But it's okay, this is just the beginning."

"Wait here, I'll go out and see if I've brought the little gift I prepared for you."

"You'll be crying for your parents when the time comes."

Chen Huishan stopped swinging the whip, sweat dripping down his face and neck. He wiped it away and glared fiercely at Yamada Hisao.

After saying that, Chen Huishan dropped the steel wire whip in his hand and stepped out of the interrogation room.

During this brief respite, Yamada Hisao also recovered.

He gasped for breath a few times before spitting out a mouthful of blood, then looked at Ye Shaohong, who was still sitting calmly behind the interrogation table.

"Station Chief Ye, things have come to this point, are you still going to stand by and watch?"

"Are you insulting me, or are you insulting yourself, by interrogating me with a street clown like this?"

That old bastard Yamada Hisao is really despicable.

He kept trying to provoke Ye Shaohong.

Ye Shaohong's reply was simple; he just shook his head slightly.

"Don't rush." ​​"There might be a surprise."

“If you can really pull through, I’ll consider interrogating you myself.”

Before their conversation was over, Chen Huishan, who had just stepped out of the interrogation room, had already turned back.

He carried a wooden bucket in one hand and an old-fashioned tin can in the other.

After returning to the interrogation room, Chen Huishan carried the wooden bucket to the rack.

Yamada Hisao glanced down at the wooden barrel.

His expression immediately changed.

"You idiot, your conscience is utterly wicked."

"Get out of my way!"

"Don't try to use such filthy things on me, I'm going to kill you."

Yamada Hisao's urgent roar was unexpected by Ye Shaohong. He did not expect that an old man as tough as Yamada Hisao would one day become so angry.

What exactly did Chen Huishan bring?

Just as Ye Shaohong's doubts began to arise, he saw Chen Huishan bend down and pull a dark, dirty thing out of the wooden bucket.

It was a rat.

A really, really big, smelly rat covered in filthy mud and rotten leaves...