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

Chapter 813 Ruthless and Mad

transaction?

That bastard! He sent Tsudajima Ishi to trick him once before, and now he wants to do the same thing again?

Upon hearing Sanchun Shouhui's words, Ye Shaohong immediately became furious.

He stood up, raised his hand, and slapped Miharu Hisashi hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, blood immediately trickled from the corner of Miharu Toshiki's mouth.

The dog's cheeks slowly began to swell.

"Did I give you too much face?"

"Old man, you're already a prisoner, and you still dare to scheme against me?"

"I think you're just asking for trouble, you need to be taught a lesson!"

Ye Shaohong's response was simple and straightforward: it was useless to feign illness and deceive an old fox like Sanchun Shouhui.

They are too cunning and ruthless; one might easily fall into their trap if one is not careful.

The best option is to use force to overcome skill.

We shattered their scheme directly.

"you……."

"idiot!"

"You can't treat me like this. I am a lieutenant colonel in the Japanese Empire and the head of the Special Higher Police in Shanghai."

"Even your boss, Dai Yunong, wouldn't dare treat me like this!"

Ye Shaohong slapped him hard, which completely broke down Sanchun Shouhui's arrogance. The old devil abandoned his pretense and revealed his ferocious fangs again.

"Fuck your mother!"

"You bastard, you dare to bare your teeth at me!"

"I can arrest you, but I can't even deal with you?"

Ye Shaohong also became furious. He cursed angrily and kicked Sanchun Shouhui hard in the groin.

"Ow!"

With one kick, Miharu Toshiki's entire face contorted and turned red.

He simultaneously let out a piercing wail and a scream.

Meanwhile, in the interrogation room, the other people who were observing the interrogation also began to twitch at the corners of their mouths.

Some people even felt a chill run down their spines.

no way.

Ye Shaohong's kick was so powerful that they could even hear the sound of the testicles cracking.

But this is not the end.

After destroying the symbol of manhood of Sanchun Shouhui with a single kick, Ye Shaohong stepped forward again, grabbed Sanchun Shouhui's hair, and slammed him hard against the torture rack.

After several forceful swings, blood immediately began to flow from the back of Miharu Toshiki's head.

Miharu Toshiki's already distorted and ferocious face became even more gruesome and terrifying.

"Old thing!"

"You haven't forgotten my name, have you?!"

"Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Ye Shaohong, and my nickname is Yama Laoqi!"

"My title of Yama (the King of Hell) was earned by slaughtering you Japanese devils. Look closely at my hands; they're stained with the lives of at least 560 of you!" "You dare to throw a tantrum at me? You dare to negotiate with me? Do you deserve it?"

"Drafted."

"Don't think that just because you have some status or position, I won't dare to touch you. Believe me or not, even if I kill you right here today, it won't affect my livelihood in the Special Service!"

"I'm only in my early twenties, and I'm already a lieutenant colonel. If I kill you, I'll only be demoted one rank at most. I can afford to take that risk."

Can you afford to gamble it?

With roars of anger, Ye Shaohong kept pulling Sanchun Shouhui's head and slamming it against the wooden stake of the torture rack.

In the end, I felt it was a bit too much effort.

He simply let go of Miharu Hisashi's hair and slapped him more than a dozen times in a row, completely shattering the last bit of arrogance in this old Japanese devil.

The outcome was also Xia Er's opinion. After being humiliated by Ye Shaohong repeatedly, and hearing Ye Shaohong's hateful curses, Sanchun Shouhui finally became obedient.

Or rather, he has come to terms with reality.

That's right.

If it were someone else from the Secret Service, they might have hesitated when interrogating him.

But Ye Shaohong is different.

Ye Shaohong achieved fame at a young age, and in just one or two years, he had already completed a career path that many people could not finish in a lifetime.

It brought about a complete upheaval in my life.

Ironically, this kind of person also harbors endless hatred for the Japanese invaders.

Young and impetuous, Ye Shaohong might actually try to kill him.

Having figured this out, Miharu Toshiki completely admitted defeat. He gave up on tempting Ye Shaohong, instead closing his eyes and once again adopting an indifferent attitude. "Damn it."

"You still dare to put on airs with me."

"Someone come here, bring me the fire tongs! I'm going to personally torture this bastard today!"

Ye Shaohong cursed angrily.

Upon hearing his words, the interrogation staff in the interrogation room did not act immediately, but instead turned to look at Zheng Yaoxian.

Only after Zheng Yaoxian smiled and nodded slightly did someone hand the red-hot branding iron to Ye Shaohong.

Ye Shaohong was quite decisive.

He held the red-hot branding iron, but instead of branding it on Miharu Juki's chest, he grinned and pressed the iron directly onto Miharu Juki's face.

"Fuck!"

Smoke billowed up, and the stench of roasted flesh spread instantly. Miharu Toshiki let out a shrill scream and wail.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh..."

"You bastards, you all deserve to die!"

Sanchun Shouhui was howling in pain, while Ye Shaohong was pressing down hard on the branding iron.

For a moment, the two of them found themselves facing each other in this very way.

As the branding iron cooled down, Ye Shaohong spat water on the ground again in anger, then threw the branding iron on the ground.

"Bring me another one!"

"You old bastard, you still dare to scheme against me? You still dare to talk back to me? I'll show you today that you'll pay the price for messing with the wrong person."

"Bring it to me right now!"

Another red-hot branding iron was handed to Ye Shaohong. Ye Shaohong raised an eyebrow and pressed the branding iron directly onto Sanchun Shouhui's mouth.

This really tormented Miharu Toshiki.

His head kept shaking, trying to break free from the branding iron, but Ye Shaohong would never give him the chance.

Ye Shaohong made it clear that he wanted to completely cripple the sharp tongue of that old devil, Miharu Hisashi.

Just then, Zheng Yaoxian stepped forward.

"Seventh brother, seventh brother."

"Calm down, you're still injured, why bother arguing with this old Japanese devil!"

"He deserved it. Of all people to mess with, he had to mess with our seventh brother."

"Someone, get this bastard to a vet right now, or he'll die!"

Zheng Yaoxian's timely appearance provided Ye Shaohong with a way out and also made Sanchun Shouhui realize how terrifying Ye Shaohong was.

That's a fucking mad dog.

Only at this moment did that old devil, Miharu Toshiki, truly witness the ruthlessness and prestige of Yama, the Seventh King.

"Grass!"

"You bastard, you're lucky today. If I weren't injured and couldn't move around freely, I would definitely have a good talk with you today!"

"Let me show you that Chinese men also have courage!"

"Bitch!"

"Listen to me right now, confess and cooperate. If I have to see you again, I'll torture you to death!"

Under Ye Shaohong's continuous curses, Sanchun Shouhui was finally dragged away. After the interrogation room door closed and Sanchun Shouhui was taken away, Ye Shaohong and Zheng Yaoxian exchanged a glance and then simultaneously burst into laughter.

"Brother Six!"

"How was it? Did I put on a great show? From now on, I'll be leaving the rest to you."

"If that bastard still refuses to cooperate, call me over again, and I'll make him obediently confess all the shameful things he's done since he was a child!"