Espionage: You're tasked with spying, but you'll blow up the Special Higher Police?

Zhou Hongyi's expression turned cold as he listened to the unfamiliar voice. Zhang Yuanbai? Wasn't that the local media tycoon in Shanghai that Bodhi had told him about, the patriotic anti-Japanese activist? He'd already betrayed them? Wait, it's not that simple. Why such a coincidence? Why did he betray them on his very first day here? Hmph, Fuma Kojiro, you've put on quite a show for me.

Zhou Hongyi quickly figured out the key point. With a straw in his mouth, he lay down in the corner of the cell, crossed his legs, hummed a little tune, and soon fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the sounds of torture from the other cell finally subsided. A moment later, the clanging of chains against the metal door knocker woke Zhou Hongyi. His cell door was opened, and several fierce-looking Japanese prison guards stared coldly at him, saying, "0434, your turn."

"My turn? Sir, are you mistaken? I'm just here to reflect on my actions. What they're saying has nothing to do with me. I'm the police chief, and Warden Fuma is my classmate, understand?"

The Japanese soldiers seemed not to understand him. They grabbed Zhou Hongyi from both sides and dragged him out of the cell.

In a large torture chamber, Zhou Hongyi saw three people already bound to wooden frames and chains beside him, their bodies mangled and their heads drooping, their fates unknown. Just as he was observing them, his own hands were also bound to chains.

"Hey, hey, hey, friend, you can't joke like that, I'm one of our own!"

As soon as Zhou Hongyi finished speaking, he saw a shirtless Japanese soldier pull out a leather whip, stir it in the water vat a couple of times, and then pull it out and flick it hard.

With a sharp crack, the wet leather whip lashed Zhou Hongyi's back, tearing a large hole in his prison uniform in one stroke. A long, bloody welt appeared on the skin where the whip tip touched. The pain seemed to penetrate to the bone, assaulting his senses and causing him to gasp.

"Hiss... Holy crap, are you guys serious?!"

Zhou Hongyi gritted his teeth, about to unleash a curse, when another lash struck his back from another direction. The blow made his muscles tense, and beads of sweat involuntarily appeared on his forehead.

"Clap clap clap~!"

Those damned Japanese devils, without asking any questions, came up and whipped Zhou Hongyi ten times. He bit his gums until they bled, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his clothes on the back were completely torn to shreds, and his muscles were trembling slightly, but he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

"As expected of the director of the Jing'an Second Branch, you can endure this. Even a single hit from a wet leather whip is unpleasant, yet you took ten hits without fainting. It seems you are the person we are looking for."

Zhou Hongyi's head was buzzing. He turned around at the sound and was shocked to see his classmate, Warden Fuma Kojiro. He was standing not far away, smiling at him.

"Saizo-kun, what are you doing? We...we just met, I didn't do anything, why are you locking me up here?"

Fuma Kojiro winked at Zhou Hongyi, giving him a knowing look, and after a while said, "Sasuke-kun, just confess. Who do you work for? And what's your purpose in deliberately getting yourself locked up in prison? Are you trying to contact a liaison officer inside, or rescue him, or kill him before he confesses? I get it, someone in Shanghai did that before. I heard his code name was Four-Faced Buddha. Could you be that Four-Faced Buddha?"

Zhou Hongyi's eye twitched a few times as he cursed, "Fine, I am the Four-Faced Buddha. Go ahead and kill me if you dare, damn it! You called me a classmate? You turned on me way too fast. Kojiro, are you fucking crazy?"

Just as Zhou Hongyi uttered a curse, the Japanese soldier who had been whipping him walked up to him, raised his hand, and slapped him repeatedly, leaving him bleeding from his mouth and nose and unable to speak.

Fuma Kojiro raised his hand and said, "Don't be so rough. Sasuke-kun is my classmate and good friend. What he said just now was just said in anger, so please don't believe him. Continue the interrogation until he reveals useful information. Also, interrogate his accomplice, that Zhu Qingfeng, thoroughly as well."

"Yes, sir!" the Japanese executioner replied, watching the warden leave. Then he dragged Zhu Qingfeng, who kept crying out for his innocence, over, chained him up, and gave him a thorough beating. Zhu Qingfeng cursed until his saliva was dry, but in the end, he couldn't bear it any longer and fainted from the pain.

"Hehehe, Zhu Qingfeng, how shameless are you? This had nothing to do with you, but you had to act like a jerk in front of me. Are you enjoying yourself now? Are you satisfied?"

Zhu Qingfeng was somewhat disoriented. Looking at Zhou Hongyi, who was laughing at him with blood streaming from his mouth, he tremblingly uttered two words: "Madman..." before fainting again.

"Baka yarou! It's not time to faint yet, there's still a while before bedtime, wake them up with some water!"

The leading Japanese soldier cursed, and another Japanese soldier brought over a basin of ice water and poured it all over Zhu Qingfeng, soaking him completely and even causing him to choke on some water.

It's February now, and the weather is already cold. Although there are charcoal fires burning in this dungeon and the temperature is relatively high, being splashed with cold water will still make you jump up instantly.

Zhu Qingfeng yelled and woke up, spitting out the water he had accidentally inhaled into his nose. He gasped for breath and said, "Sir, you really made a mistake... you interrogated the wrong person... it should be him!"

Zhu Qingfeng spat in the direction of Zhou Hongyi, but was punched in the face by the shirtless Japanese soldier, knocking out two of his front teeth and crooking his nose.

"You don't get to decide who we interrogate. Take him over there and put him on the tiger bench!"

"Huh? What?" Zhu Qingfeng trembled all over when he heard the words "tiger bench." He used to be a spy and had used torture on others before; the tiger bench was not something an ordinary person could endure. For a moment, his whole body resisted, but at this moment, he had no strength to break free, not to mention that he was wearing handcuffs and shackles.

Zhou Hongyi laughed as he watched Zhu Qingfeng being bound in shackles. The next second, he saw the leading Japanese soldier walk to the charcoal fire, pull a red-hot branding iron from the brazier, and slowly approach him.

"No way, you're going to get me tattooed again? You bastard, I'll remember you. My name is Zhou Hongyi, and you'll die by my hand!"

The Japanese soldier grinned, revealing his ugly yellow teeth, and said, "But you'll definitely be the first to die!"

The words had barely left his mouth when the branding iron was pressed hard against Zhou Hongyi's right chest. The sizzling sound, accompanied by smoke and screams, scorched Zhou Hongyi's skin black.

"Ugh... you bastard!"

Zhou Hongyi felt his voice was hoarse from shouting, and the burning pain in his chest was excruciating, causing his consciousness to gradually blur until he finally fainted. All his weight was hanging on his arms, and his wrists cracked with a "crack," showing signs of dislocation.

The naked Japanese soldier seemed to find it a bit boring. He threw the branding iron back into the brazier, wiped his sweat, and said, "Let's go, let's rest for a bit and have something to drink."