[Urban] Infiltration V2.0 (Complete) - 4-6

Chapter 19.

Hua Jianxiong woke up shortly after being admitted to Pinghe Hospital. His leg wound wasn't serious, and although his head still throbbed, he was thankfully not smashed to pieces by the vase. Lying in the VIP ward, Hua Jianxiong felt a wave of fear and relief at his luck, remembering Xiao Yan's menacing expression as she hurled the vase at him.

Among those who brought him to the hospital were several agents from the 76th Special Agent Unit whom he recognized but couldn't recall by name. He learned upon waking that Takeda had died on the spot. Hua Jianxiong wasn't particularly saddened by Takeda's death, but the horrific image of Takeda's bulging, bloodied eyes clutching his neck sent chills down his spine.

Hua Jianxiong thought angrily, "Who on earth wanted to assassinate Takeda and me? Could it be someone from the Nightingale Organization?" He remembered the red silk scarf he had received.

He hurriedly inquired about the assassins. The agents told him that the commotion in the private room had alerted the guards of Liuyuefang and Zhang Dagui and others in the next room. When they rushed in, the female assassin was raising a knife to stab him in a vital area. Seeing someone rush in, she turned and fought with them.

After a fierce struggle, one of the Liuyuefang guards died and another was seriously injured, and one of the agents from No. 76 was also slightly injured, but in the end, they captured one of them, while the other escaped under the cover of the captured one.

Hua Jianxiong understood that it was Wu Tian's cry that saved his life. Based on the agents' description, Hua Jianxiong had deduced that the captured one was Xiao Yan, the culprit who killed Wu Tian and injured him.

He never thought that even Liuyuefang was not safe. But at least one assassin was captured. As long as there was one alive, he wouldn't have to worry about not getting the truth out of her. Thinking of Xiao Yan's beautiful face, a vicious smile appeared on Hua Jianxiong's face.

He ordered an agent guarding outside the door to immediately return to No. 76 and send a message that no one was allowed to touch the female assassin tonight. Tomorrow he would personally interrogate her, digging out the mastermind and the whereabouts of Qi Qi, the little girl who had wet her underwear for him. More importantly, she would pay the price for stabbing him.

He was lying in his hospital bed, lost in thought, when he heard hurried footsteps outside. The door opened, and Liu Mei entered. She had already asked the doctor outside and seen with her own eyes that he was alright, finally feeling relieved. But she couldn't help asking him all sorts of questions out of concern. Everyone else, seeing this, tactfully withdrew.

The two were whispering when footsteps sounded again outside. The door opened, and both of them were startled. It was Lin Meiyin who had rushed over after receiving the news. As soon as she entered, she showered Hua Jianxiong with concern, seemingly ignoring Liu Mei. Finally, she even sat down on Hua Jianxiong's bedside without any hesitation, peeling fruit for him, a stark contrast to when she had teased him that afternoon.

Hua Jianxiong was a little awkward at first, but he quickly relaxed. Undoubtedly, a beautiful woman like Lin Meiyin would be very attractive to any man. Hua Jianxiong accepted the peeled fruit without a second thought and began eating it as if no one else was around, his eyes greedily admiring Lin Meiyin's high, firm breasts, a urge rising within him to reach out and touch them.

Lin Meiyin clearly sensed Hua Jianxiong's malicious gaze and straightened her back even more. This made her breasts appear even more prominent, and her expressive eyes gazed at Hua Jianxiong with tender affection.

But then Hua Jianxiong's eyes darted away, turning to Liu Mei standing to the side: "I'm fine now. Have them bring my car over; I want to go back."

Actually, Liu Mei had seen Hua Jianxiong's car downstairs at the hospital, presumably driven by those petty spies. Liu Mei replied expressionlessly, "The car is downstairs, but in your condition, it's better for you to stay at the hospital."

Little did she know, Hua Jianxiong was preoccupied with something else: Xiao Hong might respond early the next morning. Even greater challenges awaited him ahead; he couldn't afford to remain trapped in this predicament.

Hua Jianxiong shook his head and said, "They're bringing people over from Changchun tomorrow. Boss Zhou specifically asked me to interrogate them personally, and he's set a seven-day deadline."

He looked at Lin Meiyin and added, "The boss also appointed Secretary Lin to supervise. If I stay here tonight, I won't be able to explain to Boss Zhou later." Lin Meiyin smiled charmingly upon hearing this, but remained silent.

Although Liu Mei knew that Hua Jianxiong had many women outside, seeing Lin Meiyin's seductive gaze and smile, she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Hearing Hua Jianxiong's words, she immediately put on a smiling face and said to Lin Meiyin, "Secretary Lin, please go back and let the Director rest peacefully for the night. I guarantee he'll be in the office tomorrow."

Hearing Liu Mei's provocative words, Hua Jianxiong was taken aback, but Lin Meiyin still smiled and said to Liu Mei, "Sister Liu, are you sending me away already?" She then turned and gave Hua Jianxiong a charming wink, asking bluntly, "Doesn't the Director want Meiyin to serve him?"

Lin Meiyin's double entendre left Hua Jianxiong feeling half embarrassed, half excited, and half smug. After all, every normal man would inevitably have the desire to conquer a beauty like Lin Meiyin. However, Lin Meiyin was the old man's woman, and Hua Jianxiong didn't want to provoke her. Hua Jianxiong waved

his hand and said, "Miss Lin, you flatter me. How could I dare to have Miss Lin serve me..."

Liu Mei sensitively realized that Hua Jianxiong had changed his address of Lin Meiyin from "Secretary Lin" to "Miss Lin." Her face immediately changed, her eyes filled with grievance and resentment. Lin Meiyin, on the other hand, beamed with joy. Hua Jianxiong, seeing this, was also embarrassed and didn't know what to do for a moment.

As the three of them were feeling awkward, a commotion broke out outside the ward, and then Ding Mocun's thin figure appeared in the doorway, followed by a slender, voluptuous woman in a red, tight-fitting cheongsam—his secretary, Wang Fengyan.

Ding Mocun's short and thin frame contrasted sharply with Wang Fengyan's tall and full figure. Hua Jianxiong and the others almost laughed. Hua Jianxiong was a little puzzled as to why he hadn't noticed Ding Mocun's short stature before. But when his gaze fell on Wang Fengyan's three-inch high heels, he immediately understood why Ding Mocun appeared so comical.

It turned out that Wang Fengyan usually wore flat shoes to accommodate Ding Mocun's height, but today she had made an exception and worn three-inch high heels. Remembering what Ding Mocun had said during lunch, Hua Jianxiong understood that Wang Fengyan was deliberately retaliating against Ding Mocun after learning that Ding Mocun had "given" him to Hua Jianxiong.

Ding Mocun seemed completely unaware that he had become the laughingstock of everyone, laughing heartily as he showered Hua Jianxiong with concern, then exchanged pleasantries with Lin Meiyin. But soon Ding Mocun got up to leave, saying he had important business to attend to, and made an excuse to leave.

Before leaving, he smiled and said to Wang Fengyan, "Secretary Wang, you're now Director Hua's man. Since Brother Jianxiong is injured, you'd better perform well." Hua Jianxiong inwardly smiled bitterly, while Liu Mei and Lin Meiyin both looked astonished.

Chapter 020 The

previously expressionless Wang Fengyan, seeing Ding Mocun leave, glanced at Hua Jianxiong, forcing a smile on her beautiful face, and whispered, "Please take care of me in the future, Director." She then nodded to Liu Mei and Lin Meiyin.

Seeing the sorrow in the eyes of this beautiful and mature woman, Hua Jianxiong tentatively said, "Secretary Wang, it seems you still have a lingering affection for Director Ding. Since you're so heartbroken, perhaps I should go and talk to him..."

Before he could finish, Wang Fengyan shook her head, saying, "I have no reason to miss Ding Mocun, it's just..." She lowered her head, saying sadly, "It's just that being passed around like this isn't pleasant." Hua

Jianxiong was somewhat surprised by Wang Fengyan's words. He knew she had originally come from a brothel, and because of her beauty and talent, a wealthy man had redeemed her and given her to Ding Mocun. Usually, Wang Fengyan appeared mature and alluring, with a touch of flirtatiousness. But that sorrowful look in her eyes just now made Hua Jianxiong very uneasy.

After coughing a few times, Hua Jianxiong said to the still-sorrowful Wang Fengyan, ""I was originally firmly against Ding Mocun sending you... to be transferred here, but he..."

Wang Fengyan shook her head upon hearing this and said, "Being able to leave him is what I've always dreamed of. There's no need for you to explain, Chief. I've long hoped to serve you." As she spoke, a hint of shyness appeared on her face.

Hua Jianxiong noticed her expression and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, I, Hua Jianxiong, won't send my woman around like that." As he finished speaking, he saw the joy and shyness on Wang Fengyan's face, and Hua Jianxiong realized that he had already treated Wang Fengyan as his woman in his words.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Hua Jianxiong quickly coughed a few times and said to Liu Mei, "From now on, she will help you with your official duties. Please take good care of her."

Seeing Hua Jianxiong's words, Liu Mei smiled and took Wang Fengyan's hand, saying smoothly, "Fengyan, I'll have a companion from now on..."

Lin Meiyin, who hadn't spoken until now, stood up and coldly said to Hua Jianxiong, "I'm leaving. The people from Changchun are being escorted tomorrow morning. When is the section chief planning to take over?"

Hua Jianxiong realized Lin Meiyin was angry and knew he had been cold to her, but thinking of Boss Zhou, he could only sigh. He couldn't afford to be careless about the Changchun assassin, and not wanting to make a premature statement, he asked Lin Meiyin, "What does Secretary Lin think...?"

Seeing how much he cared about her opinion, Lin Meiyin's mood immediately improved. She thought for a moment and said, "Judging from your injuries, although they're not serious, you still need to rest more. I think tomorrow night would be best."

Hua Jianxiong thought to himself, "Perfect. We're still completely in the dark; tomorrow I'll hear what's going on." So he nodded and said, "Alright, I'll handle some things during the day, including that assassin from Liuyuefang. Let's do it at eight o'clock tonight, in my interrogation room."

Lin Meiyin nodded, gave Hua Jianxiong a complicated look, and then got up to leave.

After Lin Meiyin left, Hua Jianxiong's thoughts returned to the Changchun assassin. He should get a response from Xiao Hong early tomorrow morning, and with the assassin brought back, the brothers who went to Changchun should also show up. He should find an opportunity to sound them out, lest he act recklessly and leave any future troubles. In that case, he absolutely couldn't stay in the hospital. Besides, this stunning beauty that Ding Mocun had sent was right beside him; how could he possibly resist?

Thinking of this, he said to Liu Mei, "Staying in this hospital is really uncomfortable; I have to go back." Liu Mei frowned and said, "Stay in the hospital; it's easier to call a doctor if anything happens."

Hua Jianxiong said impatiently, "What's wrong? A scrape doesn't need to stay in the hospital; it's so boring." Saying this, he got up from the bed, not caring that he was only wearing underwear, and walked around the room a few times. He said to Liu Mei and the somewhat uncomfortable Wang Fengyan, "How are you? Are you alright? It's just that this bandage looks terrible." He pointed to the bandage wrapped around his hairy thigh.

Liu Mei and Wang Fengyan were both surprised; they hadn't expected Hua Jianxiong to be able to walk so freely. However, Hua Jianxiong felt a throbbing pain in his leg wound. Qi Qi's cut, though not deep, wasn't shallow either; thankfully, it hadn't damaged any bones.

When they arrived at the hospital, Hua Jianxiong refused to let Liu Mei drive and got into the driver's seat himself. Liu Mei seemed to understand Hua Jianxiong's intentions and tactfully asked Wang Fengyan to sit next to him, while she sat in the back.

After starting the car, Hua Jianxiong said, "It's late, I'll take you home." Liu Mei smiled and said, "I'm so tired today, take me back to Xianghe Apartment first. Fengyan, I'll leave the director to you."

Hua Jianxiong knew from Liu Mei's words that she was giving him a chance to be alone with Wang Fengyan. Seeing Wang Fengyan's thighs pressed together under her cheongsam, Hua Jianxiong felt his desire gradually burning.

Hua Jianxiong drove to Xianghe Apartments. Under the car headlights, after watching Liu Mei's graceful figure disappear through the apartment door, he placed his hand on Wang Fengyan's rounded knee and began to caress it. Wang Fengyan let out a soft moan and leaned against Hua Jianxiong.

Hua Jianxiong held Wang Fengyan in his arms, feeling her body tremble slightly. He gently stroked Wang Fengyan's thigh, encased in stockings, while kissing her. Wang Fengyan offered her tongue, which Hua Jianxiong immediately savored. His hand left Wang Fengyan's thigh and pressed against her full left breast.

Wang Fengyan groaned softly, feeling Hua Jianxiong's large hand kneading her breast forcefully through her cheongsam and bra, waves of tingling pleasure washing over her.

Although Hua Jianxiong had only become her new master today, Wang Fengyan had secretly admired him ever since she met him at No. 76, though she thought she would never be with him in this life. But Ding Mochun, fickle and unfaithful, had given himself to Hua Jianxiong, giving her a feeling of overwhelming excitement.

As Hua Jianxiong's caresses became increasingly rough, Wang Fengyan felt a tightness and pain in her chest, but the pleasure also intensified. She knew her lower body was wet. A strong emptiness needed Hua Jianxiong to fill it. She involuntarily reached for his crotch, finding it bulging.

Wang Fengyan gently massaged his hard erection through his pants. Hua Jianxiong groaned with pleasure from the stimulation. He impatiently brought his mouth to Wang Fengyan's fair ear, panting, and said, "Now, be a good girl and give me a massage, and I'll give you a good beating when we get back."

Wang Fengyan's heart pounded wildly. Hua Jianxiong released his right hand from Wang Fengyan, sat up straight, started the car, and sped off.

As he drove, waves of pleasure surged through him, stimulating him to accelerate wildly. Once the car started moving, Wang Fengyan unzipped his pants and began to stroke his large, thick penis with her hand, occasionally massaging his contracting scrotum. Soon, he felt a heat on his glans as Wang Fengyan, her head buried in his mouth, began to suckle.

Driving at breakneck speed while being served by a beautiful woman's sweet tongue, Hua Jianxiong had never experienced such ecstasy. Wang Fengyan panted softly, her body rising and falling, repeatedly pushing Hua Jianxiong's penis deep into her throat. Hua Jianxiong thought to himself, "Ding Mocun gave away such a good woman; he's a fool."

The car pulled up in front of a villa on the outskirts of the city, and with a screech of brakes, the intense pleasure finally caused Hua Jianxiong to ejaculate. Wang Fengyan neither dodged nor flinched, her soft little mouth frantically working the violently ejaculating penis, swallowing every last drop of the scalding semen that flooded her mouth. In a small solitary cell in Underground Prison No. 76

, Chapter 21

, Xiao Yan sat on the straw-covered floor, her hands cuffed behind her back, leaning against the stone wall. Her feet, clad in stockings and high heels, were also shackled with steel chains. The handcuffs and shackles were so tight that Xiao Yan's hands and feet ached as if they were about to break. Her short cheongsam was torn in several places, and her bare arms and legs bore several large bruises—the marks left from the punches and kicks she received during her struggles when she was captured.

Regardless, the mission was complete; the ruthless Takeda had been killed by her. Although she had been captured by the agents who arrived on her behalf, Qi Qi had managed to escape under her desperate cover; she could still remember the terrified look in Qi Qi's eyes at the end.

The assassination of Takeda had been planned for a long time. Xiao Yan, one of the Nightingale organization's assassins, was introduced to the Willow Moon Brothel six months prior as a hostess. She silently endured the lewd advances and harassment of Japanese soldiers, traitors, and wealthy men, all in preparation for this momentous occasion. After long-term observation, she had figured out Takeda's usual times at the brothel and his preferred rooms.

Three days ago, following the leader's instructions, she introduced her favorite and closest friend, Qi Qi, to assist her in the mission. At the time, she was both happy and worried; Xiao Yan knew Qi Qi was still a virgin and didn't want her to lose her precious chastity there.

Fortunately, less than three days later, Takeda arrived. The assassination target was Takeda, but upon entering, they found another person with him. Xiao Yan and Qi Qi divided the tasks: Xiao Yan would take care of Takeda, while Qi Qi would immediately eliminate the person who had come with him

."Anyone with Takeda is definitely not a good person anyway," Xiaoyan explained to Qiqi, who was a little confused. Unexpectedly, Qiqi hesitated when she finally made her move, and in her panic, she missed a vital spot. In order to cover Qiqi's escape, Xiaoyan ultimately fell into this infamous den of killers.

Xiao Yan harbored no resentment towards Qi Qi. She treated Qi Qi like her own younger sister. Although there were other sisters in the organization, they always wore masks when they met. Qi Qi was the only one she recognized, so she would rather die than let Qi Qi suffer even the slightest harm.

Footsteps sounded outside the cell. The guard's face appeared in the window of the iron door, glanced inside, and then left. Xiao Yan rested her calf on her thigh. Because she was wearing a very short and sexy cheongsam, she was particularly sensitive to the guard's wolfish gaze.

A series of shrill screams came from afar, probably from a distance, so she could only faintly hear them and couldn't even tell if they were men's or women's cries. The screams were intermittent, sending shivers down Xiao Yan's spine.

Xiao Yan had long heard about the horrific torture methods inside No. 76 and knew how miserable it would be for a woman to fall into such a place. She had considered this before participating in the operation. The image of her leader, Sister Nightingale, who always wore a mask when they met, flashed through her mind. Xiao Yan couldn't help but pray silently, hoping that Xiao Yan would appear at this moment and rescue her. But Xiao Yan knew that was just her imagination.

A much sharper scream came from afar, and this time Xiao Yan recognized it as a woman's voice. Feeling a chill, Xiao Yan straightened her sideways leg, leaning her body against her thigh, and rested her chin on her knee.

"When will they come to interrogate me? Will I be tortured and scream like that too?" Xiao Yan closed her beautiful eyes, feeling a pang of fear.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath, deciding to stop thinking about these unsettling questions. She curled up against the stone wall, lying on her side. The damp, tangled straw stung her delicate skin, and she felt weak all over, drifting off to sleep.

Late at night, in an ordinary house in the suburbs, the beautiful Qi Qi sat on a stool, tears streaming down her face, staring blankly at the red candle burning on the table. She had been waiting there for almost two hours, but Xiao Yan had not yet returned. Although the last time Qiqi saw Xiaoyan, she was being pinned to the ground and beaten by a group of secret agents, Qiqi still fantasized that Xiaoyan would miraculously return to the place where they had agreed to meet.

She blamed herself countless times for not killing the man who had made her limbs weak and limp; perhaps then the guards and agents outside wouldn't have been alerted, and Xiaoyan could have been sitting here waiting for their leader, just like her.

Thinking of the man's face and those unforgettable large hands, a complex expression appeared on Qiqi's face, and her heart pounded. Qiqi tapped her head in frustration, tears streaming down her face.

The candle flame on the table flickered a few times, and a graceful woman quietly entered. Qiqi looked up warily and saw that the woman was wearing a black brocade cheongsam and black high heels. Her face was covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of bright, beautiful eyes and well-groomed eyebrows.

Qiqi smelled the familiar fragrance emanating from the masked woman, and recognized her all-black attire as always, knowing it was Nightingale. She rose and threw herself into the masked woman's arms, sobbing, "Sister Xiaoyan…she…she…"

Nightingale gently patted her back, saying, "I know everything." She paused, then continued, "You eliminated Takeda, that's good, but why were there others present? Why did you still attack?"

Hearing the leader's words, Qiqi said sadly, "Xiaoyan was waiting for Takeda to appear alone, but she never found an opportunity. Tonight, Xiaoyan saw Takeda come, and there were only two of them, so she told me we couldn't wait any longer. She said whoever was with Takeda…wouldn't be a good person either, so we…"

Nightingale frowned and sighed, saying, "Don't be sad, I'll try my best to save Xiaoyan." She wiped Qiqi's tears with her hand, "You stay here tonight, and go back to the hospital at dawn. By then, that person shouldn't be there anymore."

Qiqi nodded, saying… "I've taken two weeks off from the hospital. I'll be back first thing tomorrow morning. The head nurse keeps complaining about the lack of staff, she won't doubt that I'm back so quickly." At this point, Qiqi asked again, "Who's not at the hospital?"

Nightingale paused, shook her head, and said, "Don't ask... Just go back and pretend nothing happened. Don't worry about Xiaoyan, I'll figure something out... I'm leaving." She quickly slipped out of the room, leaving Qiqi heartbroken.

It turned out Qiqi was a nurse at Pinghe Hospital, but no one would have guessed that the beautiful and lovely Qiqi was actually a member of the Nightingale organization, which terrified the Japanese puppet regime.

That night, another person barely slept a wink—Xiao Hong. She was worried about the telegram from headquarters, lying in bed unable to fall asleep. She tossed and turned all night, finally managing to drift off to sleep, only to wake up suddenly. Looking at her watch, it was only a little past four o'clock, still early for the agreed-upon radio contact time. She stared wide-eyed at the dark window until a sliver of light gradually appeared.

With a soft click, a slight noise came from Amei's room next door. Xiao Hong's heart skipped a beat; she knew Amei was getting up. She glanced at her watch, quietly sat up, grabbed her clothes, and quickly put them on before getting out of bed to wash up.

A sound came from outside; Xiao Hong knew it was the driver, Xiao Jin, opening the garage door to prepare her car. Everyone in the house knew there was an important operation this morning, so they were all in their positions as soon as it was light.

Xiao Hong quickly finished washing up, applied some simple makeup, picked up her small purse, and pushed open the door to Amei's bedroom. No one was inside. Xiao Hong went straight to the corner of the room, pushed open the small door to the adjacent storage room, and went inside.

The storage room was dark, filled with various items haphazardly. Xiao Hong walked unnoticed to a large cabinet and pressed a switch in a hidden spot. With a rumbling sound, the cabinet slid aside, revealing a small opening from which a dim light filtered in.

Xiao Hong slipped into the doorway, which led to a secret room where the radio was located. Amei, wearing headphones, was intently pressing keys with one hand and rapidly copying text onto a piece of paper with the other. Just as Xiao Hong entered, Amei was sending the last set of telegrams and then checking her copied message.

Seeing Xiao Hong, Amei removed her headphones, handed her the copied message, and stood up, saying, "I'll go prepare breakfast for you." Xiao Hong took the message, glancing at it as she said, "No need for breakfast, I'll just grab something at Feifei's Cafe." She then sat down, staring intently at the message. Amei, seeing this, nodded understandingly and turned to leave the secret room.

Xiao Hong hurriedly pulled out a Kangxi dictionary from the bookshelf and quickly flipped through it. A moment later, she closed the book, staring incredulously at the short message. After a long while, unwilling to give up, she reopened the dictionary and checked it word by word. Indeed, the reply consisted of only eight words: "No such matter found, no such person found." Xiao Hong vaguely sensed the cold indifference behind those eight words. Xu Tianfu's repulsive face inexplicably surfaced in her mind.

She sighed apologetically, secretly comforting herself that at least she knew this matter had nothing to do with the Military Intelligence Bureau, so Jianxiong could handle it without any scruples. Thinking this, she copied the eight-word telegram onto a small piece of paper, rolled it up, and took out a carefully opened box of Hademen cigarettes from her purse, cautiously pulling out a cigarette.

Chapter 022

Around nine o'clock in the morning, Hua Jianxiong arrived at his office, followed by Wang Fengyan, whose face was rosy. Although the injury on his leg still ached slightly, others couldn't tell from his gait. He himself was surprised; Qi Qi's stab had been so light.

He was in high spirits today. Last night at his villa, he had fully enjoyed the peak pleasure brought to him by Wang Fengyan's alluring body, and this morning he slept in for a while while embracing the naked beauty. On the way to the office, he took her to Feifei Cafe for coffee, so he arrived a little late.

Liu Mei was sitting behind a desk outside Hua Jianxiong's office, organizing a large pile of documents. Hearing footsteps, she looked up and saw a radiant Hua Jianxiong and a happy-looking Wang Fengyan approaching. Contrary to her usual cold demeanor, Liu Mei smiled and said, "Chief, Fengyan, you're here." Hua Jianxiong nodded and smiled, saying, "I'm going to interrogate last night's assassin later. Fengyan will help you here." He then turned and left, heading to the other side of the corridor.

After Hua Jianxiong had gone some distance, Wang Fengyan smiled and said to Liu Mei, "Sister Mei, from now on, Fengyan will be your assistant."

Liu Mei smiled back, looking at Wang Fengyan with a suggestive expression, and said, "Fengyan looks so different today, so beautiful it makes me jealous."

Wang Fengyan blushed immediately; she hadn't expected herself to be so easily embarrassed, like a young girl. Last night, when Hua Jianxiong ejaculated into her mouth in the car, she thought he wouldn't want her again that night. But unexpectedly, after entering the bedroom, Hua Jianxiong lit a cigarette, sat on the small sofa, and told her to take a shower and choose suitable clothes from the wardrobe.

Looking at the various lingerie, pajamas, cheongsams, etc. in the wardrobe, Wang Fengyan was very surprised. She hadn't expected that the single Hua Jianxiong would prepare so many exquisite clothes for his woman at home.

Seeing her expression, Hua Jianxiong smiled and said that those were all prepared by Liu Mei according to his wishes, rarely used, and mostly new. Wang Fengyan was a little shy at that moment. Although she was a mature woman of twenty-nine, it was, after all, her first time being so intimate with the man she had longed for.

When Wang Fengyan finished showering, wearing red high-heeled slippers, a red bra and thin-strapped panties, and a transparent black gauze overlay, Hua Jianxiong immediately got up, picked her up, and then threw her onto the soft bed.

Wang Fengyan was slowly stripped naked by Hua Jianxiong and kissed from head to toe. When Hua Jianxiong's thick, somewhat terrifying penis slowly entered her soaking wet lower body, Wang Fengyan felt as if she was about to die of pleasure. She moaned loudly, actively responding to Hua Jianxiong's frenzied thrusting. Hua Jianxiong pushed her to the peak of pleasure time and time again, until finally she made Hua Jianxiong convulse with panting breaths.

But soon Hua Jianxiong became excited again under her caresses and licking. This time, Hua Jianxiong used her removed stockings to tie her hands behind her back and stuffed a ball with a leather strap into her mouth. Ding Mocun had done this to her before, but then she only felt fear and disgust. However, when Hua Jianxiong did this to her, she felt happiness and boundless stimulation.

Hua Jianxiong made her kneel on the bed, her head against the pillow, and whipped her back and raised buttocks with a small leather whip, causing her to moan with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Finally, after lubricating her wet lower body, he inserted his penis into her dark red anus. When Hua Jianxiong ejaculated deep into her rectum with satisfaction, Wang Fengyan was overwhelmed by pleasure and became delirious.

She had never felt such happiness and satisfaction. Looking at Hua Jianxiong sleeping soundly in exhaustion, she truly felt that she was his woman. Although she felt somewhat inferior about her background, Wang Fengyan was still very confident in her body and skills. She secretly vowed to capture Hua Jianxiong's heart and never let him leave her.

"Fengyan, Fengyan, what's wrong?" Liu Mei's voice startled Wang Fengyan from her reverie. Her face flushed even more than before. Wang Fengyan looked at the laughing Liu Mei with embarrassment and said, "Sister Mei, I'm sorry, I... I was lost in thought."

Seeing her like this, Liu Mei knew she was still immersed in last night's events. Judging from her expression, she could imagine what had happened between her and Jianxiong. Liu Mei smiled magnanimously, regaining her usual expression, and said seriously, "Come and help me with my work. If you keep this up, I'll have you locked up." She then couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. Wang Fengyan paused for a moment, then laughed along.

Hua Jianxiong sat behind the large desk in the center of his private interrogation room, reaching into his pocket to pull out the Hademen cigarettes he had just bought at Feifei Cafe. He glanced at the seal and smiled happily. Sure enough, there was a response.

He skillfully unsealed the cigarettes, taking them out one by one and squeezing each one with his hand. Suddenly his hand stopped. With a quick twist of two fingers, the cigarette in his hand was unscrewed, revealing a small roll of white paper inside. He carefully unfolded the paper, and looking at the line of delicate handwriting, a surge of warmth immediately welled up inside him.

But the smile on his face only lasted a moment before freezing. "Damn, so economical with words!"

"No such record found.""Fine, I don't need to be so hesitant anymore. But what does 'no such person found' even mean? Not even a 'further details to follow.' I've told you her name and background, can't you send someone to investigate her background so I know what to do with her? These bureaucrats, all they know is to indulge in debauchery and get things done perfunctorily. They're more trouble than they're worth.

" Hua Jianxiong instinctively recalled his father's sigh: "The waters run deep!" Years of experience told him it was best to be cautious. He wouldn't feel at ease until he got to the bottom of things. He couldn't rely on headquarters for the time being; he'd have to figure it out himself. With that thought, he threw the crushed cigarette into the trash can and then lit the small note to burn it. He picked up the phone.

Liu Dazhuang, having received Hua Jianxiong's call, rushed over, greeted him, and stood by the table. He had already sent his men to the basement to get Xiao Yan. Hua Jianxiong took a Hademen cigarette from the cigarette case on the table and put it in his mouth. Liu Dazhuang immediately took out a lighter and lit it for him. After blowing a few smoke rings, Hua Jianxiong saw two thugs file into the inner room, burying themselves in organizing various torture instruments.

This interrogation room, which he used exclusively, consisted of two rooms: an outer one for initial questioning and an inner one for torture. Because it was prepared specifically for Hua Jianxiong, both rooms were spacious, well-ventilated, and well-lit. Liu Dazhuang was clearly overjoyed to have been summoned by Hua Jianxiong to interrogate Xiao Yan, his face showing excitement and anxiety.

Not long after, accompanied by the heavy clanking of shackles and the sound of high heels, Xiao Yan appeared in the doorway. Liu San, who followed behind, cursed viciously, "Hurry up!" and shoved Xiao Yan hard. Xiao Yan staggered forward a few steps, finally falling to the ground because her hands were cuffed behind her back and her shackles were restraining her.

Hua Jianxiong took a deep drag on his cigarette, watching as Xiao Yan struggled to sit up, her hands cuffed behind her back supporting her weight. Her calves and thighs were bent and pressed against the ground, like a mermaid with her head bowed.

Xiao Yan looked pale, and there was still some straw stuck in her hair and her pink short cheongsam. Perhaps the shackles were too tight; even though she had only walked from the second basement level, her flesh-colored stockings were worn through in several places and stained with blood.

Recalling the sight of Takeda's wet, shiny fingers caressing her lower body last night and the murderous aura he had when he smashed the vase against her, Xiao Yan's pitiful appearance made Hua Jianxiong feel an erection. He smiled sinisterly and said to the head-bowed Xiao Yan, "Miss Xiao Yan, do you still recognize me?"

Xiao Yan knew the terrifying moment had arrived when she came out of the small cell. She had been encouraging herself all the way, but a shadow that couldn't be shaken off lingered in her heart. Hearing Hua Jianxiong's laughter, she felt a sense of familiarity. She looked up and was surprised to see the man sitting behind the table—the very same man who had brazenly harassed Qiqi the night before, the one she had knocked down.

Hua Jianxiong looked at Xiao Yan, whose eyes showed surprise and confusion, and felt a surge of smugness: "Didn't expect that, did you? That vase you smashed was quite something! If I, Hua Jianxiong, hadn't been lucky enough to survive, I wouldn't be sitting here interrogating you, little beauty!"

Xiao Yan suddenly realized—he was Hua Jianxiong! She was filled with regret. If she hadn't panicked and shifted her target yesterday, she would have had a chance to kill this villain. Now, she was no longer afraid and said with a cold laugh, "So you're the traitor Hua Jianxiong? If I had known, I would have risked my life to finish you off last night!"

Hearing Xiao Yan's words, Hua Jianxiong gave a sinister smile, slammed his hand on the table, and said fiercely, "You'll never have that chance!" After a pause, Hua Jianxiong calmed down and tapped the table with his fingers, saying, "Enough with the nonsense, tell me honestly, why did you want to assassinate Takeda and me? Who sent you to assassinate us? Where is Qiqi? If you don't tell me..."

Xiao Yan sneered, "The reason I assassinated Takeda and you is because..." Xiao Yan paused, a mocking look on her face, and said, "It's because Takeda is a big bastard, and you're an even worse traitor, lackey, and sellout!!!"

As soon as Xiao Yan finished speaking, Hua Jianxiong's face turned blood red, and veins bulged on his forehead. Seeing this, Liu San, who was standing behind Xiao Yan, raised his leg and kicked Xiao Yan hard in the back, thigh, and buttocks with his heavy leather shoe.

Xiao Yan was kicked to the ground, curled up, but didn't utter a sound. Liu Dazhuang leaned close to Hua Jianxiong's ear and asked obsequiously, "Should we take him in first...?" Hua Jianxiong slowly shook his head and said to Liu San, "What's the rush?" Liu San shrank back, looking bored.

Xiao Yan was curled up on the ground, panting. Liu San had kicked her hard; she felt a piercing pain where she had been kicked. Just as she was about to use her handcuffed hands to support herself, a red object was thrown in front of her. Xiao Yan looked and saw a red handkerchief embroidered with a little nightingale. She involuntarily shuddered.

Hua Jianxiong had already seen Xiao Yan's reaction. He looked at Xiao Yan's long, shapely legs exposed beneath her short cheongsam and sneered, "Miss Xiao Yan, how could a beautiful girl like you become an assassin? Do you know the consequences of joining No. 76 and not cooperating with us?" He paused, then Hua Jianxiong's face hardened, and he said viciously, "Speak! Where is Qi Qi? Who is the leader of Nightingale?"

Xiao Yan saw the organization's special red handkerchief and knew that Hua Jianxiong had already decided she was a member of Nightingale. She could no longer hide her identity, and she also realized that Hua Jianxiong had received this death warrant. She deeply regretted not killing Hua Jianxiong last night.

Filled with boundless hatred, Xiao Yan said coldly, "So you, you dog, received it too. Sooner or later, my sisters will take your life!"

Hua Jianxiong was stunned upon hearing this. "So she didn't know she received this thing. It seems the assassination target last night wasn't me, but Takeda. I was just an innocent bystander."

These thoughts raced through Hua Jianxiong's mind. Looking at Xiao Yan's alluring thighs, full breasts, and rosy cheeks, he felt waves of lust burning within him. Hua Jianxiong lewdly imagined the young girl naked after her clothes were removed, and the excruciating pain she would feel when a penis was inserted into her lower body, mouth, and even anus.

Thinking of this, Hua Jianxiong felt a sharp pain in his lower body, and he lewdly threatened, "The torture methods here aren't to be trifled with. Some are specially prepared for stubborn women. I guarantee, a girl like you absolutely can't handle it! Besides, a body as beautiful as yours is very tempting to men..." At this point, Hua Jianxiong, Liu Dazhuang, Liu San, and the others chuckled lewdly.

Hearing these shameless and vulgar threats, Xiao Yan blushed with shame. She understood Hua Jianxiong's meaning, knowing that if she didn't confess what they wanted, she would face all sorts of tortures that would make her wish she were dead, or even rape.

The thought of the word "rape" made her heart tremble violently. But thinking of Sister Nightingale, she quickly calmed down and angrily said, "Shameless! Traitorous dog, you won't get a single word from me!" Hua Jianxiong sneered and roared, "Take her in!" Liu Dazhuang and Liu San immediately grinned, each grabbing one of Xiao Yan and dragging her into the interrogation room.

Chapter 023

Xiao Yan was dragged and carried into the interrogation room by Liu San and Liu Dazhuang. The room was large, and the opposite wall was covered with all kinds of pliers, whips, and other instruments of torture. A door-shaped rack stood in the middle of the room, with black iron chains and thick, stiff ropes hanging from it. A charcoal brazier roared with flames, filled with a handful of branding irons of various shapes. The interrogation room also contained iron torture beds, chairs, and various other instruments of torture. The interrogation room was dimly lit, but the terrifying instruments made Xiao Yan acutely aware of her vulnerability.

Hua Jianxiong followed her in, stubbing out his cigarette as he told his thugs, "Remove her shackles. I want to see just how tough this little girl is." Xiao Yan was violently shoved to the ground. Liu San knelt down, pressed his knee against her struggling legs, and removed the iron shackles from her feet. Then he and Liu Dazhuang exchanged a knowing smile, got up, and left the interrogation room. Liu Dazhuang turned back with a lewd grin as he left, then slammed the iron door shut behind him.

Seeing Hua Jianxiong slowly approaching, Xiao Yan's heart pounded in her chest, her mind a jumble of thoughts. She instinctively knew what Hua Jianxiong was about to do. Xiao Yan's hands were still cuffed behind her back. Terrified, she struggled to her feet and retreated step by step.

Hua Jianxiong, a cat-and-mouse smile on his face, watched the terrified Xiao Yan back towards the corner. He approached her with a grin, saying hatefully, "Little beauty, are you scared? Let me tell you, you've missed your chance! Yesterday you smashed my head, today I'll get my revenge, I'll fuck you properly, and show you what regret is!" At this moment, Xiao Yan screamed and kicked at the approaching Hua Jianxiong.

Hua Jianxiong easily dodged Xiao Yan's desperate attack, then punched her hard in the abdomen.

"Ah!" Xiao Yan cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground, her body involuntarily curling up. But Hua Jianxiong immediately grabbed her hair and lifted her up, punching her in the abdomen again.

"Ugh..." Xiao Yan's vision blurred with pain, feeling as if all her strength had been drained. In her dazed state, she felt herself being grabbed by the hair and thrown onto a large iron bed.

The word "rape" appeared terrifyingly in her hazy mind, and she struggled desperately again. She twisted her body and kicked wildly. "Slap...slap..." Several heavy slaps made her see stars, her body went limp, and her resistance weakened. Hua Jianxiong

saw that Xiao Yan, lying on the torture bed, had been beaten unconscious by his heavy punches and slaps and had completely lost her ability to resist. He stepped forward, grabbed Xiao Yan's left foot, and ripped off her high heels, throwing them to the ground. He squeezed Xiao Yan's foot hard with both hands, and Xiao Yan couldn't help but groan softly.

Following Xiao Yan's left foot, which was grabbed and lifted up, Hua Jianxiong saw the white panties at the top of her thigh. Xiao Yan's foot was very slender, and through the thin stockings, the blue veins on the instep could be seen. Hua Jianxiong grabbed Xiao Yan's feet and greedily sniffed them.

Having been imprisoned overnight, Xiao Yan's feet had a faint, intoxicating smell of sweat. Hua Jianxiong greedily inhaled the alluring scent; he had a particular fetish for women's feet, and Xiao Yan's beautiful feet made him feel a burning desire.

Feeling his lust raging, Hua Jianxiong reached out and grabbed Xiao Yan's blouse, roughly tearing it open with a snap, quickly stripping off her short cheongsam.

Xiao Yan instinctively struggled desperately, but Hua Jianxiong lewdly pressed her down, his hairy hands forcefully ripping off her white bra and throwing it to the ground. Xiao Yan's firm, white breasts bounced out like little rabbits. She suddenly felt her naked body exposed to the cold air; she struggled weakly, cursing, tears streaming down her face.Hua Jianxiong vigorously kneaded Xiao Yan's soft breasts with both hands, pinching her pink nipples hard, causing her to groan in pain. He impatiently spread Xiao Yan's legs apart, and through her white silk panties, he brazenly pressed several fingers against the girl's sensitive lower body, savoring its softness and warmth.

With a "rip," her panties were pulled down. Hua Jianxiong saw a faint mark on the crotch of the white panties in his hand. He brought them close to his nose and exaggeratedly took a deep breath, filling his nostrils with a faint, pungent odor. Hua Jianxiong laughed excitedly, "What a slutty little wench!" He grabbed Xiao Yan's feet and pulled her down, dragging her lower body to the edge of the torture bed. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick penis.

Xiao Yan's slender legs were spread up and placed in Hua Jianxiong's arms. Then, a hot, huge, hard object pressed against her exposed vulva. Xiao Yan struggled and screamed desperately, but the beating she had just received left her powerless. Her slender waist was also held down firmly by a pair of strong hands, and she couldn't move at all.

Suddenly, a burning pain came from her lower body. Before she could react, that ugly thing fiercely invaded her body. Xiao Yan's eyes widened in fear, and she screamed miserably.

Xiao Yan's vagina was very dry, and Hua Jianxiong felt a slight pain in his penis. But the tight, warm feeling of being enveloped was extremely pleasurable. As his penis continued to penetrate deeper, the increasingly intense pleasure made him thrust even more powerfully. Seeing Xiao Yan clenching her teeth and frowning as she endured the immense pain of being raped, Hua Jianxiong felt extremely satisfied and vengeful.

While thrusting his lower body forcefully, he said viciously to Xiao Yan, who was groaning in pain, "You little slut, is it good? You dare to hit me? Watch me fuck you to death!" As he spoke, he withdrew his penis most of the way, and then thrust it in heavily again.

"Ah...ya..." Xiao Yan screamed as she was penetrated, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation.

Xiao Yan felt Hua Jianxiong's thrusts becoming deeper and more powerful with each stroke, and she shook her head helplessly, tears streaming down her face. At first, her lower body ached terribly, as if on fire. But gradually, the friction and stimulation of her vagina caused it to secrete fluid, and the physical pain subsided. However, the emotional pain and humiliation she felt grew increasingly unbearable.

Hua Jianxiong thrust excitedly for a while, then gradually slowed down. Suddenly, Xiao Yan felt the soreness in her lower body disappear. Before she could understand what was happening, two large, strong hands grabbed her thin, fragrant shoulders and flipped her over abruptly. Her limp body was turned over like a toy, and then that hard thing pressed against her anus.

"No... ah..." Xiao Yan screamed hysterically, but Hua Jianxiong's huge glans had already slowly pushed in. Xiao Yan screamed in agony, but Hua Jianxiong ignored her and continued to thrust deeper with great difficulty until his entire penis was completely inside Xiao Yan's already torn and bleeding anus.

Hua Jianxiong clearly felt Xiao Yan's rectum powerfully enveloping his penis. He excitedly thrust in and out, fully enjoying the intense pleasure brought to him by Xiao Yan's narrow anus.

Xiao Yan groaned in despair, feeling as if she was about to be killed by this terrifyingly large penis. She didn't know how much time had passed before she finally felt a release in her rear, as the huge thing that had caused her so much pain reluctantly withdrew from her blood-soaked anus.

Before Xiao Yan could even catch her breath, Hua Jianxiong pulled her off the torture bed, dragged her to the ground, and made her kneel before him. Xiao Yan's hair was pulled, and her mouth was forcefully pried open by a large hand.

She saw Hua Jianxiong's dark, thick penis right in front of her eyes in terror. The penis, bulging with veins like earthworms, was stained with blood. Xiao Yan knew that the shocking bloodstains came from her torn anus, and she felt a wave of dizziness. She desperately tried to close her mouth, but the iron-like hand clamped down firmly on her cheeks. She could only watch helplessly as the penis slowly slid into her mouth, pushing it all the way down until it reached her throat. Xiao Yan felt so nauseous she almost vomited.

Hua Jianxiong pinched Xiao Yan's face with his left hand and pulled her hair with his right, his penis filling her mouth completely. Seeing Xiao Yan's tearful, pained expression, he smugly and slowly began to thrust in and out. Xiao Yan made muffled whimpers, quickly drowned out by gurgling sounds from her mouth.

Hua Jianxiong's large penis thrust in and out of the warm, wet opening, finally reaching the peak of pleasure. He forcefully pushed his penis to the deepest part of Xiao Yan's throat, happily ejaculating thick semen.

Satisfied, Hua Jianxiong withdrew his penis from Xiao Yan's slippery mouth, rubbed it haphazardly against her flushed cheeks, released her hair, put away his penis, and straightened his pants. He leisurely looked at Xiao Yan, who lay limp and curled up on the ground.

Xiao Yan was pale, her eyes tightly closed, and except for the flesh-colored stockings on her legs, she was almost completely naked. Thick white semen dripped from the corner of her mouth, and not only was there white fluid, but also traces of blood between her thighs, making her look pitiful.

Hua Jianxiong squatted down beside Xiao Yan triumphantly, grabbed her disheveled hair, and lifted her head off the ground. Xiao Yan groaned in pain and opened her eyes.

Hua Jianxiong stared into Xiao Yan's beautiful, sorrowful eyes, seeing the fear and despair in her heart. He sneered and mocked, "You little slut, you almost killed me yesterday, didn't expect to be fucked to death by me today, did you? Quickly tell me Qi Qi's whereabouts and who the Nightingale leader is, or else I'll let you taste the flavor of a volley gun!"

Xiao Yan's heart tightened; she understood what Hua Jianxiong meant by "volley gun." If it really came to that, she would rather die! Thinking of Qiqi's adorable smile and Nightingale's care and trust, she didn't know where she got the courage. She struggled to raise her head and cursed at Hua Jianxiong, "Traitorous dog! Don't even think about it... Ah..." Before she could finish,

Hua Jianxiong slapped her hard across the face. He abruptly released his grip on Xiaoyan's hair, watching her head hit the ground heavily. He stood up, kicked Xiaoyan, whose mouth was bleeding, and said, "You little bitch, you're still being stubborn now that you're in 76? There are plenty of people more stubborn than you, but no one can hold out until the end! Especially a woman like you!" He snorted hatefully, fastened his trousers, and turned to leave. (
Chapter 24 , April 20th)

As soon as Hua Jianxiong stepped out of the interrogation room, he saw Lin Meiyin sitting on the sofa beside the desk, her face cold, her arms crossed over her ample bosom. Liu Dazhuang and the others were nowhere to be seen.

As soon as Hua Jianxiong came out, Lin Meiyin, with her legs crossed, said, "Chief, you have quite the refined taste!"

Hua Jianxiong heard the sarcasm in Lin Meiyin's words and knew that the good things that had happened in the interrogation room earlier couldn't be kept from her. Looking at Lin Meiyin's shapely and charming legs swaying slightly, and recalling her ambiguous hints to him last night, a slight embarrassment appeared on Hua Jianxiong's face. He smiled shamelessly at Lin Meiyin and said, "Secretary Lin, you're here. Sorry to keep you waiting."

Lin Meiyin said with a knowing smile, "As soon as I arrived, I heard the woman inside crying and making a scene. I didn't know if it was convenient for her to go in, so I had to sit here and wait like an idiot. My back is aching from sitting so long. I wonder what kind of torture you're putting on the female prisoner, Chief?" As she spoke, she rolled her eyes and gave Hua Jianxiong a fierce glare.

Hua Jianxiong thought to himself that she was probably still angry about last night. He knew women were easily flattered, so he lit a cigarette, leaned closer to Lin Meiyin, and said with a grin, "My dear Secretary Lin, why ask when you already know the answer?"

He paused, then saw Lin Meiyin's beautiful profile as she turned to the side. His heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out impulsively, "I really wish my beautiful and charming Secretary Lin had been here earlier!"

Upon hearing Hua Jianxiong's words, Lin Meiyin's face immediately flushed red. She turned back, feigning annoyance, and whispered, "Director Hua…you…"

Hua Jianxiong saw panic and a hint of sweetness in her beautiful eyes, and thus gained a better understanding of Lin Meiyin's feelings, becoming bolder.He casually sat down next to Lin Meiyin, smiling as he whispered, "Still angry about last night?" Seeing Lin Meiyin remain silent, Hua Jianxiong feigned helplessness and sighed, "Miss Lin is so beautiful and charming, what man wouldn't be tempted? It's a pity Miss Lin is already taken… otherwise… excuse me…"

Hua Jianxiong's words made Lin Meiyin's face tense, though she was secretly delighted. She suddenly chuckled, teasingly asking, "You're not saying this with your true feelings, are you, Chief?"

Hua Jianxiong, sensing the hidden meaning in her words, seemed encouraged and leaned closer with a grin, saying, "How could I..." As he spoke, he tentatively placed a hand on Lin Meiyin's leg. He gently caressed it a couple of times, and seeing that Lin Meiyin didn't flinch, he became even more audacious, saying with a smile, "A beauty as stunning as Miss Lin is enough to make a man disregard all consequences." He then began to brazenly stroke Lin Meiyin's smooth, stockinged thigh.

Hua Jianxiong's words made Lin Meiyin's heart pound wildly. She didn't know if Hua Jianxiong was telling the truth at this moment, and the caress of his large hand on her leg only fueled her desire. But the fact that Hua Jianxiong, whom she had secretly admired, could say "regardless of any consequences" was enough to satisfy her. Even if he was just playing around or only temporarily infatuated with her beautiful body, at least she still held some weight in his heart. Thinking of the old man behind her, this was already quite an achievement. Lost

in her reverie, she suddenly felt Hua Jianxiong's hand slip under the hem of her cheongsam. Lin Meiyin snapped back to reality, abruptly standing up and pulling her hand away from his. Looking at the embarrassed Hua Jianxiong, she felt a pang of pity and whispered, "There are still people outside."

Hua Jianxiong chuckled, "I said I wouldn't care about the consequences, why are you afraid of them?" Before he could finish speaking, the door was slammed open, and Liu Dazhuang's large head popped in. Hua Jianxiong's face darkened when he saw Liu Dazhuang. He waved his hand and roared at him, "Tell the brothers to go in and give that little bitch a good beating!"

Hearing Hua Jianxiong's order, Liu Dazhuang's face lit up with wild joy. He called to Liu San and two other thugs behind him and rushed into the interrogation room.

Lin Meiyin watched as Liu San and the others entered the interrogation room, the heavy iron door immediately slamming shut. A pang of pain shot through her heart, but she forced herself to speak to Hua Jianxiong, "Karma! Like father, like son!" Before she could finish speaking, she heard faint, pitiful cries from inside the interrogation room, along with the lewd laughter of Liu Dazhuang and his men.

Lin Meiyin's heart tightened; she knew that poor Xiao Yan was being cruelly and vilely violated inside the interrogation room. She was at a loss for words, sighing inwardly, and tentatively asked, "Is it the female assassin from last night?"

Hua Jianxiong nodded absentmindedly, "It's her, her name is Xiao Yan, she's very stubborn, she's one of Nightingale's people."

Lin Meiyin was startled, subconsciously saying "Oh," and couldn't help but ask, "You got the results so quickly?"

Hua Jianxiong smiled smugly, "She's still too green for me. To be honest, I received a red handkerchief from Nightingale, and as soon as I took it out, that little bitch gave herself away. But she just wouldn't reveal her accomplice or the person behind them."

Lin Meiyin secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded silently, "I see." She glanced at the smug Hua Jianxiong, intentionally concealing her earlier lapse in composure, and asked with concern, "Are you alright from your injuries last night?"

Hua Jianxiong chuckled and blurted out... "No problem, I just made that little bitch suffer, and last night Secretary Wang..." He suddenly realized he'd let something slip. Glancing at Lin Meiyin, he saw a hint of shyness and reproach on her face, but thankfully she didn't seem to be about to lash out. Hua Jianxiong chuckled awkwardly.

Lin Meiyin glared at Hua Jianxiong with a flirtatious look, saying, "You're infuriating, aren't you?" Seeing Hua Jianxiong remain silent, she sighed and said, "You've made me almost forget. I came to deliver a message: the prisoner from Changchun has been brought in. It'll be another hard night for you, Chief."

Hearing Lin Meiyin's words, the embarrassment on Hua Jianxiong's face vanished instantly. He followed her lead and changed the subject: "Oh, the prisoner has been brought in? You saw her?"

Lin Meiyin snorted and said, "I saw her. I signed for her. The one brought back from Changchun is a young and beautiful woman."

Hua Jianxiong immediately showed interest and hurriedly asked, "Oh, really?"

Lin Meiyin deliberately put on a serious face and said... "Haven't you heard? This assassin is a young and beautiful female student. Apparently, she was a former student of that unfortunate guy who was assassinated. Otherwise, how could she have entered the 76th Division's protection circle so easily?"

Hua Jianxiong feigned interest, nodding thoughtfully. "I see, that's great."

Lin Meiyin understood his subtext and frowned. "How annoying! Don't you grown men have any other thoughts when you see a pretty woman?"

Hua Jianxiong chuckled, then said seriously, "That's the fate of any woman who falls into the hands of her enemies. Don't have any illusions."

Lin Meiyin felt a pang of pain and quickly shook her head to hide it. "You bunch of stinking men! Chief, don't forget, tonight's interrogation is the old man's personal choice. Be careful, don't let momentary pleasure interfere with the important matters."

Saying this, she subconsciously glanced at Hua Jianxiong's face, then at the tightly closed iron door of the interrogation room, and tentatively said, "..." "I think we shouldn't interrogate this woman today. Let's wait until the Changchun case is closed,"

Hua Jianxiong said, feigning a lecherous look as if deep in thought. "That's a good idea. However, this woman involves Nightingale, so we can't take her lightly. Let me think about it."

Lin Meiyin knew that this matter could only be touched upon briefly, as saying more would be too explicit. So she pouted and gave him a flirtatious wink, saying, "Then do as you please. But save some energy for that little beauty tonight!"

Just then, the faint, pitiful screams of Xiao Yan could be heard from the interrogation room, followed by Liu Dazhuang's panting voice: "You bitch, still being stubborn... You haven't had enough of being fucked by two men at the same time?"

Lin Meiyin's expression changed, and she frowned, saying, "This is so annoying. I'm leaving. See you tonight!" With that, she turned and strode away without looking back.

Chapter 25

Watching Lin Meiyin's slender figure disappear into the distance, Hua Jianxiong chuckled lewdly. Turning his gaze away, he habitually checked his watch, then suddenly realized something was wrong: he'd been so engrossed in this beautiful woman that he'd almost forgotten about something important.

He grabbed the phone and dialed the duty room: "I heard everyone who went to Changchun is back?...Did you see Old Lü?...Oh, have him come to my office, the interrogation room!" Hanging up, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair, deep in thought.

A moment later, there were two soft knocks on the door. Before Hua Jianxiong could answer, the door was slowly pushed open, and a large, bald head poked in. When he saw Hua Jianxiong, he immediately strode in, his eyes widening dramatically at the bandage on Hua's head: "Chief, I heard you encountered an assassin last night?"

Hua Jianxiong smiled slightly: "Luckily, I'm lucky. Just a few scrapes, nothing serious." As he spoke, a woman's wails came from the inner room. Seeing the burly man's eyes constantly glancing in that direction, he snorted: "Nightingale's men, Dazhuang and the others are interrogating them."The bald man swallowed hard, withdrew his gaze, and suddenly lowered his head, his voice dropping eight octaves: "Chief, your subordinate is incompetent. You just left and..." Hua Jianxiong waved his hand and said, "I've heard everything. You don't need to blame yourself. It's all Old Pei's fault for being too careless and letting the wolf into the house." He glanced at the bald man sitting opposite him with his head down and lowered his voice: "Old Lü, this matter is no small thing. It has already alarmed the old man. He specifically requested that I personally interrogate the case and solve it within a time limit. Fortunately, you were alert enough not to let the assassin escape. Otherwise, we really wouldn't be able to explain ourselves." Saying this, he suddenly changed the subject and stared at Old Lü, asking: "Weren't any accomplices found at the scene?" Old Lü was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "No. After the incident, we detained everyone present and checked them one by one, but we didn't find any accomplices. However..."

"But what?" Hua Jianxiong, seeing Lao Lü's hesitant gaze, pressed him relentlessly, as if he'd discovered something new.

Lao Lü hesitated for a moment, as if making a great decision, then looked up at Hua Jianxiong's wide eyes and sighed, "Commander, you don't know, the brothers just barely escaped death."

Hua Jianxiong's heart skipped a beat: there was indeed more to the story. Luckily, he'd called him over to ask. Just as he was about to say something, eerie wails and howls echoed from the inner room. Hua Jianxiong frowned, glanced at his watch, and said warmly to Lao Lü, "It's getting late, let's find a place to eat, it's on me."

With that, he led Lao Lü out the door without further ado. Across the street was a familiar restaurant. The two went in, ordered a private room, and once the food was served, Hua Jianxiong personally poured a glass of wine and shared a drink with Lao Lü to calm his nerves. Then, in a calmer tone, he said to Lao Lü, "Don't rush, eat slowly, tell me slowly, what exactly happened?"

Lao Lü took another sip of wine, and after a long while, he caught his breath and looked up, saying, "The assassination attempt the night before last happened at the ambassador's residence. It was a private party hosted by Lao Pei. Lao Pei invited everyone himself. Our sentries were all outside, but I also arranged for someone to disguise himself as a waiter inside.

Lao Pei didn't invite many people, only about ten. They were all his personal friends. They were drinking and chatting there when, I don't know how, a gun went off. Lao Pei was shot in the center of his eyebrow and died instantly. Our agents were standing right behind Lao Pei at the time, and they rushed in immediately after the gunshot. They caught the assassin on the spot, the female student. The sentries outside also rushed in and took control of everyone inside.

We were on the phone..." We called an ambulance, but then someone started banging on the door. We were terrified; our first thought was that the assassin's accomplices had come to rescue her. We peeked over the wall and were shocked to see the ambassador's residence surrounded by a group of heavily armed men in Imperial Army uniforms.

We asked them who they were, and they claimed to be from the Kwantung Army. They said a Japanese official had been assassinated in the residence and they were breaking in to arrest him.

There wasn't a single Japanese person in the residence at the time! We didn't know if they were telling the truth, so we dared not open the door! When they saw we wouldn't let them in, they demanded we hand over the assassin.

Hearing this, Hua Jianxiong sensed something was amiss and couldn't help but ask, "..." "The Kwantung Army?"

Old Lü nodded and said, "Yes, we also found it suspicious. Even if it involved the Japanese, shouldn't the military police headquarters have intervened? So while we were dealing with these people outside, we quickly called the Japanese military police headquarters in Changchun.

But they said they knew nothing about it and told us to contact the Kwantung Army headquarters. We were terrified at the time, increasingly suspecting that these people outside were up to something. We were really afraid they would force their way in. They had a whole company of them, with machine guns and cannons lined up. We only had twenty or thirty men, all armed with short weapons. If they attacked, we'd all be dead."

Hua Jianxiong's suspicions grew: "Who dares to be so audacious in the heart of the Japanese?"

Before he could think any further, Old Lü glanced at him guiltily and said, "..." "We were completely dumbfounded. We had no idea how deep this mess was, and we didn't dare call the headquarters duty room. We figured you'd just gotten home, and when we tried calling home, no one answered, so we had no choice but to call the old man for help..."

Hua Jianxiong didn't say anything. Calculating the time, he realized he was in that Japanese woman, Fujiwara Kaori's, bed at the time. He couldn't help but feel a little frustrated: he'd almost ruined something important because of this woman; he should have been the first to know. However, he was very curious about how the old man had handled things, allowing Lao Lü and the others to escape with the assassins. So, without batting an eye, he asked, "And then what happened?"

Old Lü took a deep breath and said, "We called the old man, and about half an hour later, we were ready to surrender our weapons and hand over the assassin if anyone stormed in. But they withdrew without a sound. We didn't dare move after they left; who knew what dangers lay outside!

Another hour or so passed, and the old man called personally, ordering us to take the assassin to Fengtian by car that very night, to stay with Commander Matsumoto at the Fengtian Military Police Headquarters. Last night, a plane was dispatched to Fengtian, and this morning they finally brought us and the assassin back together."

"Oh, you didn't come back from Changchun?" Hua Jianxiong was taken aback. It really had been a terrifying night. No wonder the old man was so anxious to interrogate the assassin and set a deadline for solving the case, yet the assassin was only brought back a day later.

Hua Jianxiong invited Old Lü to eat, but he himself sipped his wine and fell into deep thought. The old man was absolutely right; the waters were truly murky. What kind of place was Changchun? It was the new capital designated by the Japanese. The fact that a hundred or two fully armed men dared to surround the ambassador's residence so brazenly was no joke.

It was safe to assume these Japanese were genuine. This was also confirmed by the evasive attitude of the military police headquarters; otherwise, they would have acted long ago. These hotheaded Kwantung Army soldiers didn't even respect the Tokyo General Staff Headquarters, let alone the military police headquarters. The ambassador's residence was in a remote location; there were indeed Kwantung Army camps nearby, but they were still a few miles away. Judging from Old Lü's account, the residence was surrounded before they could even call an ambulance. Had they received prior warning? Could this really be related to the Kwantung Army?

Thinking this, he felt a slight jolt: if that were the case, wouldn't he be put on the spot? How could he interrogate this assassin?

He irritably downed his drink, then immediately felt relieved. Old Lü was right; if the Japanese really wanted the assassin, they would have handed him over long ago. They didn't use force, so they must have had their reasons for letting go. Therefore, he didn't need to be wary of this female assassin. Showing mercy would only give them ammunition.

Besides, the old man had transferred her to Fengtian overnight for protection and sent a special plane to bring her back to Shanghai for him to interrogate her personally, indicating he also wanted to know the truth. He had already gotten involved in this mess, so what was he afraid of? The old man would handle

anything. However, if that was the case, it was even more necessary to find out the details. Thinking of this, he knew he should go to Feifei's Cafe again.

Chapter 26

In an office on the fourth floor of the Da Dong Ya Daily building on the banks of the Huangpu River, Xiao Hong's hand holding the newspaper trembled slightly, and her once beautiful, rosy face turned pale. Looking at the headline on the front page, "Military Police Captain Dies in Restaurant, Criminal Investigation Chief Escapes Death," Xiao Hong's heart pounded.

The news article below, though only a hundred words long, had a general outline of the assassination attempts on Hua Jianxiong and Wu Tian, and the capture of the assassins. Xiao Hong was somewhat puzzled that such news could pass Japanese censorship, but at the same time, she judged the content to be true; after all, no reporter would dare fabricate news of the assassinations of Wu Tian and Hua Jianxiong.

Xiao Hong was extremely anxious, her heart pounding like a rabbit's. Her concern for Hua Jianxiong made her read the newspaper over and over again, hoping to glean more information about him from the article. What she wanted to know most was the extent of Hua Jianxiong's injuries, but the report made no mention of it.

Gradually, Xiao Hong calmed down. She first called Heping Hospital and was told that he had already left. She felt slightly relieved. Biting her lip, she hesitated for a moment, then risked calling Hua Jianxiong's home, but no one answered. Her heart pounded again.

Without concrete news about Hua Jianxiong, Xiao Hong felt uneasy and unable to concentrate on anything. After some consideration, she gritted her teeth, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed Hua Jianxiong's office. The call connected, and as she listened to the long, dial tone, Xiao Hong's heart pounded.Having lived in Shanghai for so many years, this was the first time she had ever called Hua Jianxiong's office. The news of Hua Jianxiong's assassination attempt had made her lose all restraint; even if it violated discipline, she had to hear Hua Jianxiong's voice. She comforted herself, telling herself that as a journalist, inquiring about the protagonist of a news story wasn't exactly outrageous.

"Hello..." A soft woman's voice came from the phone. Xiao Hong guessed that the woman who answered was Hua Jianxiong's secretary. Hua Jianxiong had mentioned to her more than once that he had a secretary named Liu Mei, a very capable woman.

Xiao Hong composed herself, calmly introduced herself, and then asked directly if Hua Jianxiong was available. To her surprise, the other party immediately replied in a cold tone, "Sorry, the director is unavailable." Afraid that she would hang up, Xiao Hong quickly pressed for when Hua Jianxiong would be available, but the other party still coldly replied, "Sorry, no comment!" Just as Xiao Hong was about to speak, the cold woman actually hung up the phone.

Xiao Hong slowly put down the phone, her delicately trimmed eyebrows furrowing slightly. She could tell that the woman's "the director is unavailable" was a deliberate excuse, but she couldn't determine its true meaning. This suddenly increased her anxiety.

She couldn't sit still any longer. After a moment's thought, she got up and went to the editor-in-chief's office. She decided to get his permission to go to No. 76 under the guise of an interview to personally investigate Hua Jianxiong's situation.

The editor-in-chief was a refined middle-aged man wearing round tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses. As Xiao Hong explained her interview requests, he watched her with admiration. After she finished speaking, he readily agreed and even praised her

for her quick thinking. After leaving the editor-in-chief's office, Xiao Hong grabbed her official letter and hurried out. Everyone knew that the Japanese background of the Da Dong Asia Daily was well-known, so when Xiao Hong arrived at No. 76 and presented her letter, the doorman was very polite to her. He made a phone call, and soon a female employee came and led her to Hua Jianxiong's office.

As soon as the door opened, Xiao Hong immediately saw Liu Mei sitting behind the desk on the left, writing something, and Wang Fengyan behind another desk, idly admiring her red fingernails.

Hearing the sound of high heels, Liu Mei and Wang Fengyan both looked up and saw Xiao Hong, dressed in a red silk sleeveless cheongsam and red high heels, smiling at them. Both women were surprised, inwardly marveling at Xiao Hong's beauty and mature charm.

The female employee who had led the way greeted the two women with a smile. Xiao Hong quickly glanced at the two women in the room, subtly sensing Liu Mei's aloofness and Wang Fengyan's beauty. She thought to herself, "Jianxiong is surrounded by beauties. The cold one is probably the Liu Mei he mentioned. I've never heard him mention the other one."

At this moment, the female employee who had brought Xiao Hong in introduced her to Liu Mei and Wang Fengyan. Xiao Hong smiled and said to Liu Mei, "Miss Liu, I'm here specifically to interview Director Hua. I heard he encountered an assassin last night."

Liu Mei immediately recognized Xiao Hong's voice as the one who had just made the phone call. She nodded expressionlessly and said, "Oh, I see. But the Director is interrogating the assassin right now, he's not in his office."

Hearing Liu Mei say this, Xiao Hong felt a weight lifted from her heart. But wanting to confirm it completely, she smiled and asked, "So, Director Hua's injuries aren't serious?"

Liu Mei nodded and said, "Just minor injuries, nothing serious." After saying this, Liu Mei subconsciously frowned; she herself wondered why she had answered Xiao Hong's question.

Xiao Hong seemed unsatisfied and pressed on, "Miss Liu, may I see Director Hua?" Her beautiful, clear eyes looked pleadingly at Liu Mei.

Liu Mei felt a little annoyed by Xiao Hong's gaze; she had no liking for this beautiful woman who thought herself superior just because of her Japanese background. But from her increasingly demanding attitude, she sensed that this beautiful woman was not simple.

Liu Mei instinctively felt a sense of resistance, but still said expressionlessly, "Miss Xiao, I'm so sorry. This is number 76. Director Hua is on official business and it's inconvenient for him to receive visitors."

Xiao Hong, met with this seemingly gentle but firm refusal, was speechless and unsure what to do. Suddenly, a commotion arose from the direction of the stairwell, and several burly men were dragging a disheveled young woman noisily towards them. The woman's hands were cuffed behind her back, and her legs were stiffly spread apart, as if she couldn't take a step. Two men were holding her arms, dragging and supporting her as she staggered.

As the group drew closer, Xiao Hong noticed that the woman's eyes were half-closed, her hair was disheveled, her expression was one of great pain, and there were tear stains on her beautiful cheeks. Her blouse was wide open, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white breasts, even half of her full, white breasts, covered in bruises and wounds; clearly, her bra had been removed.

The woman wore a short-hemmed cheongsam, the hem of which had been roughly torn open. With each step she took, her underwear was almost completely exposed, and it seemed she wasn't even wearing any. The area beneath the hem was a mess; bloody welts ran down her inner thighs, and thick, whitish liquid flowed down her legs.

Xiao Hong's heart tightened at the sight; she hadn't expected to encounter such a scene upon entering No. 76. Recalling Liu Mei's words, she wondered if this young woman was the assassin from last night. Looking back, she didn't see Hua Jianxiong. She withdrew her gaze, and seeing the woman being humiliated and tortured like this, a wave of sympathy and sorrow washed over her.

Wang Fengyan appeared behind Xiao Hong at some point and loudly asked, "Liu Dazhuang, where did the section chief go?" Liu Dazhuang didn't answer, his eyes lecherously fixed on Xiao Hong's graceful figure, sizing her up and down, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Xiao Hong felt uneasy under his gaze and didn't know what to do when she suddenly heard a familiar voice in the hallway: "And this is...?"

She looked up and saw Hua Jianxiong's familiar face. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she was about to speak when she suddenly realized that they shouldn't know each other. So she quickly turned back and looked at Wang Fengyan for help.

Wang Fengyan smiled radiantly and whispered to Xiao Hong, "Didn't you want to interview Director Hua? This is Director Hua." Xiao Hong immediately feigned sudden realization and hurriedly extended her hand to Hua Jianxiong, "Xiao Hong, reporter for the Da Dong Ya Daily. The newspaper sent me to interview Director Hua. I heard that last night..."

"I'm fine, you saw it all." Hua Jianxiong's face was stern, his expression aloof. He waved his hand at Liu Dazhuang, who was still staring intently at Xiao Hong, "Detain her first, let her sober up, we'll continue the interrogation tomorrow!" After saying that, he ignored Xiao Hong and turned to go inside.

Xiao Hong hurriedly stepped in front of him, changing to a coquettish tone, and said to Hua Jianxiong, "Director Hua, look, I've been waiting for you for so long... How about I treat you to coffee?"

The muscles on Hua Jianxiong's face relaxed, and he smiled, his eyes showing a similar expression to Liu Dazhuang's earlier. Looking Xiao Hong up and down, he said lecherously, "Since Reporter Xiao is so hospitable, how could Jianxiong dare to let Miss treat me? Let me treat you!"

He turned to Liu Mei and said, "I'll accompany Reporter Xiao to the other side for a cup of coffee, I'll be back in a bit." He then took Xiao Hong's arm, and the two walked intimately out of the gate of No. 76 in full view of everyone.

Hua Jianxiong had gone to the interrogation room after parting ways with Lao Lü at the restaurant. He felt Lin Meiyin was right; interrogating this young girl wasn't urgent, it was best to focus on the interrogation that evening. He had more important things to do immediately.

When he arrived at the interrogation room, Liu Dazhuang and his men had already finished their business and were about to strip Xiao Yan naked and hang her up to torture her. Hua Jianxiong stopped them. He ordered them to take Xiao Yan back to her cell, and he walked behind, thinking about how to make contact with Xiao Hong.As he reached the hallway, he found Liu Dazhuang standing at the office door. He glanced over casually and froze; he actually saw the familiar figure he had been thinking about. His head spun for a moment, thinking it was a hallucination. But upon closer inspection, it really was Xiao Hong, standing right in his office. He instantly flew into a rage, almost blurting out, "Idiot! Coming here to see me? Don't you want to work here?!"

When he heard Wang Fengyan introduce Xiao Hong as a reporter interviewing him, and saw the aggrieved look in Xiao Hong's eyes, his heart immediately softened. A thought flashed through his mind: "Perfect timing! Saves me the trouble of arranging a meeting with you." But he had to maintain his composure, not letting Liu Mei, that

shrewd woman, see through him. Xiao Hong, being an exceptionally intelligent woman, and having received rigorous specialized training and partnered with him for years, immediately understood and provided him with a way out. He adopted the notoriously lecherous manner of the 76th Division, swaggering off arm-in-arm with her to the meeting.

They went to a café across the street, ordered coffee, found a quiet corner to sit down, and chatted idly. As they talked, their heads leaned closer, and their voices lowered.

Hua Jianxiong said fiercely, "Who told you to come looking for me? Are you infatuated?"

Xiao Hong glared at him coquettishly, then softened and said, "I was worried about you! If something happened to you..."

Hua Jianxiong pouted and pecked her soft lips, whispering, "Stop talking nonsense. Listen to me, go to Nanjing immediately and investigate He Xiaoyue's background at Jinling University, and Pei Renji as well. Don't overlook any details. Go yourself, don't count on those bastards at headquarters. Do it right away, I'm on edge."

Xiao Hong gave a soft "hmm," looked up at him affectionately, then suddenly closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss him, taking the opportunity to whisper in his ear, "Don't worry."

This was the first time she had kissed Jianxiong in public, and the sweet and exciting feeling of happiness almost made her faint.

Chapter 027

It was already dark. In the private interrogation room of No. 76, Hua Jianxiong sat in a chair, put his feet on the table, and leisurely smoked a cigarette. Lin Meiyin sat not far from him, seemingly indifferent at first glance, but upon closer inspection, she appeared deeply troubled.

The two had been sitting in silence for quite some time. From the interrogation room came the sounds of whips lashing flesh and a woman's painful groans.

He Xiaoyue had been brought here by Lin Meiyin and her men. After handing her over to Hua Jianxiong, Lin Meiyin dismissed her men. Hua Jianxiong had summoned Wu Sibao and several of his men to interrogate this wanted criminal. Although the old man had specified that he interrogate her personally, he didn't need to personally use force.

When Wu Sibao and his men pushed He Xiaoyue onto the iron chair in front of the interrogation table and forced her to raise her head to speak, Hua Jianxiong was almost stunned.

He was extremely surprised by the female assassin's frailty, youthful appearance, and delicate beauty. He already had a strong expectation of the mysterious identity of today's interrogation subject, so he simply couldn't connect such a frail and beautiful female student with the assassin who had murdered his teacher.

After seeing Xiao Hong off this afternoon, Hua Jianxiong locked himself in his office, pondering for hours the complex and dangerous situation he faced and how to handle the uncertain interrogation that evening. He even lost his appetite for dinner.

His conversation with Lao Lü at noon made him grateful for his caution, but also shocked by the perilous complexity of the situation. He never imagined that the assassination of the Nanjing ambassador for establishing diplomatic relations would involve the Kwantung Army. This was too illogical, too unbelievable.

He racked his brains analyzing countless possibilities, but still couldn't convince himself that the Japanese were responsible. Weren't the Japanese desperately trying to gain international recognition for their illegitimate son, Manchukuo? He had personally witnessed the meticulous arrangements the Japanese made for this.

Although the Kwantung Army's arrogance and recklessness were well-known, he couldn't find a reason for them to undermine their own people, especially since Manchukuo itself was their own creation. Therefore, he strongly suspected that there was a deeper, unknown background at play. And this might be a dangerous trap for him.

He even suspected that the old man's willingness to get involved in this mess was largely due to his appointment of him to personally interrogate the assassin. He must have seen the danger involved and wanted to understand the full extent of the situation. But what if he offended someone powerful? Who knew if he would become the scapegoat?

The thought sent a chill down his spine. But he had no way out. Sitting in this position, the old man's orders were like sacred decrees to him; he could only obey. He had to carefully unravel the clues, clearing away the landmines one by one to find a way out. This was probably the deeper meaning behind the old man's appointment of him to interrogate the assassin while simultaneously sending his trusted confidante, Lin Meiyin, to supervise.

The situation he faced was perilous, unpredictable, and shrouded in mystery. He couldn't shake the feeling that a crucial link was missing in the chain of logic: motive. No matter which direction his analysis took, it led nowhere.

He firmly believed the answer lay with He Xiaoyue. But he dared not place all his hopes on her. After all, she had the final say. Who knew how difficult this seemingly delicate girl really was? Besides, there was Lin Meiyin constantly interfering.

This was a matter of life and death, which was why he risked using his trump card – Xiao Hong – to have her investigate this person's background personally. Until Xiao Hong had any new information, his strategy was to stall. He didn't want to walk the landmine for others.

Finally, before nightfall, he had a plan for how to handle tonight's interrogation.

The interrogation began. During the routine questioning, He Xiaoyue answered questions about her name, age, and identity with almost no resistance. As expected, these answers provided no new clues. But when asked why she wanted to assassinate Pei Renji and who instructed her, He Xiaoyue only said, "I didn't want to see my respected teacher become a traitor," and then fell silent.

Hua Jianxiong thought to himself: This answer was decent enough, but it was also puzzling. Whether you say she's from Chongqing, Yan'an, or even a member of an anti-Japanese civilian group, it all makes sense. But why would the Kwantung Army send a company to snatch her, only to abandon the mission halfway through?

Hua Jianxiong smiled coldly, glancing at Lin Meiyin. He had already set his goal: his main task for today was to deal with her. As for He Xiaoyue, what he wanted to do tonight was to enjoy the tender, alluring body of this young woman who was only twenty years old. This was probably also the wish of the four thugs in the interrogation room, including Wu Sibao. It was their usual practice.

However, Lin Meiyin sat there calmly, incredibly annoying yet something he couldn't do anything about. Hua Jianxiong had no choice but to play along and let this young woman suffer some physical pain first.

He thought with a cat-and-mouse mentality that it would be good to deflate her arrogance first. If she revealed anything, it would be an unexpected bonus. While thinking this, he gave Wu Sibao a wink, signaling him to take He Xiaoyue in for torture.

Hua Jianxiong and Lin Meiyin stood up together at the door of the interrogation room, watching Wu Sibao and his men hang the frail female student. He stepped forward, lifted her delicate face with his index finger, blew a puff of smoke onto her smooth skin, and said mockingly, "Little girl, being whipped hurts a lot. Talk it out! Who sent you? Who are your accomplices? You'll regret it if you don't speak now!"

Seeing He Xiaoyue's face turn red and she remained silent, Hua Jianxiong snorted, took a step back, and lightly waved his hand. A dark whip was raised, and with a muffled "crack," He Xiaoyue's suspended body swayed a few times, a conspicuous whip mark appearing on the chest of her moon-white top.

Lin Meiyin's body also trembled slightly, and she turned and went back to the outer room.

Hua Jianxiong smiled slightly; this was the result he had expected. He also turned and followed Lin Meiyin out, sitting opposite her. Without a word, he lit another cigarette, exhaling smoke with a contented air, as if enjoying the unhurried cracking of the whip inside.

Chapter 28

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Meiyin finally broke the silence. She stood up and walked to Hua Jianxiong's side, sitting down on the desk facing him, crossing one leg and wrapping her hands around her knee. Her other beautiful leg was stretched out, the tip of her black high heel touching the ground.

This alluring pose allowed Hua Jianxiong to vaguely see the indescribable shadow at the top of her thigh.

Hua Jianxiong was startled, wondering what she was going to do. When he saw the boundless beauty before him, he felt his blood rushing, his eyes widening, never leaving Lin Meiyin's beautiful legs. In his heart, he thought, "Boring, huh! Boring is good..."

Lin Meiyin seemed completely oblivious to Hua Jianxiong's unbridled staring at her thighs. She seemed to have guessed Hua Jianxiong's thoughts and said with a smile, "Am I boring and a nuisance here?"

Hua Jianxiong shook his head vigorously, "Not at all..." As he spoke, he unexpectedly reached out and touched Lin Meiyin's calf, gently stroking it.

Lin Meiyin was startled by his sudden action, glanced at him, and said, "You..." A blush quickly spread across her face. However, she didn't move, remaining in her original position, letting Hua Jianxiong's hand caress her calf.

The softness of Lin Meiyin's calf and the smoothness of her stockings made Hua Jianxiong's heart race. He took advantage of the situation, grasping Lin Meiyin's slender ankle and saying with a smile, "Meiyin, you don't have some prejudice against me, do you?" He gently squeezed Lin Meiyin's ankle.

Hearing this, Lin Meiyin realized the change in his address and chuckled softly. She glanced at the door of the interrogation room and said coquettishly, "Aren't you afraid someone will come after you for bullying me like this?"

Hua Jianxiong chuckled and replied, "Don't bring up the old man to scare me. I don't think you'd want to go to the old man to complain about me! Besides, I'm not easily scared!" With that, Hua Jianxiong suddenly pulled Lin Meiyin to his side and forcefully kissed her bright red lips.

Lin Meiyin was genuinely flustered. She felt Hua Jianxiong's kiss was passionate and deep, not just a casual gesture. Her body went limp, her heart pounding wildly. Suddenly, as if remembering something, Lin Meiyin, with a sudden burst of strength, pushed Hua Jianxiong away and stood up, panting as she backed away, "No...no..."

Seeing Hua Jianxiong's nonchalant expression, Lin Meiyin quickly clutched her chest, her expression becoming alluring. She rolled her eyes at Hua Jianxiong and said reproachfully, "You're really bold. Aren't you afraid the people inside will see and spread the word?"

Hua Jianxiong turned to look at the half-open door of the interrogation room and said with a grin, "Meiyin, you're so charming that I've forgotten where I am." As he spoke, his lustful eyes scanned Lin Meiyin's body incessantly.

Seeing his lecherous gaze, Lin Meiyin's heart stirred. She smiled magnanimously, gracefully moving behind Hua Jianxiong, massaging his shoulders, and whispering in his ear, "Jianxiong, so many beautiful women are surrounding you. I heard you even hooked up with a pretty female reporter today. Does that mean you won't even let your little sister like me go…?"

Hua Jianxiong thought to himself, "Your information network is quite impressive." Taking advantage of the situation, he leaned his head against Lin Meiyin's firm breasts and said slyly, "Who won't let whom go is hard to say!"

Lin Meiyin blushed at his words, shaking her head with a wry smile. Then, she whispered in Hua Jianxiong's ear, "I really can't understand you. I don't know why I'm attracted to you!" Hua Jianxiong

felt Lin Meiyin's hair brush against his neck, and a tender feeling welled up inside him. He replied, "Sometimes I don't even know who I am!" He sighed as he spoke.

Lin Meiyin, sensing the sincerity in his sigh, paused for a moment. She released his hands, walked to Hua Jianxiong, and stared at him, saying, "Jianxiong, you seem to have something on your mind? When will we find a place to talk it over?"

Hua Jianxiong, seeing Lin Meiyin's serious expression, felt it was quite different from her usual arrogant and willful nature. He didn't immediately understand what she meant by "find a place to talk." So he didn't respond, but instead took Lin Meiyin's delicate hand, patted it meaningfully, and stood up, walking towards the interrogation room.

Hua Jianxiong coldly watched He Xiaoyue hanging in a Y-shape on the rack, her chest and back already covered in whip marks. Her head hung low, her thick hair covering her cheeks. Through the cascading strands of hair, one could vaguely see that the front of her pale white cloth blouse was torn, revealing a patch of white, tender flesh beneath her prominent breasts.

Hua Jianxiong knew perfectly well that Wu Sibao had already tasted her breasts.

Lin Meiyin appeared behind him unnoticed, whispering in his ear with a slightly resentful tone, "Are you planning to interrogate this woman like this all night?"

Hua Jianxiong felt a delicate fragrance brush past his ear. He turned to look at Lin Meiyin, seeing a strange tenderness flickering in her eyes. A slight unease stirred within him. Lin Meiyin's words seemed to be hinting at something. A flurry of thoughts raced through Hua Jianxiong's mind.

Lin Meiyin's beauty was undeniably attractive, but he couldn't quite understand this woman. After all, the old man had sent both of them to interrogate the prisoner, and he was facing a perplexing mystery. He needed to focus all his energy on solving it; it concerned his life. He had no time for sentimentality. Besides, he didn't want to create any unnecessary trouble at this crucial moment.

Lin Meiyin sensed the difficulty in Hua Jianxiong's wavering gaze. She didn't know what Hua Jianxiong was thinking, but she could tell his mind wasn't on her. A slight disappointment crept into her heart. Fortunately, there would be other opportunities later, so there was no rush.

Lin Meiyin sighed, saying to Hua Jianxiong with a hint of resentment, "Forget it, I don't want to spend the night in this awful place."

Seeing the unnatural apology on Hua Jianxiong's face, Lin Meiyin felt a little relieved. After all, she had given Hua Jianxiong enough hints tonight. She believed that with Hua Jianxiong's intelligence and his womanizing nature, he wouldn't be oblivious to her feelings.

She smiled at Hua Jianxiong, then reverted to her usual self, saying mockingly, "Alright, I'm leaving. I won't stay here and get in your way..." Hua Jianxiong looked embarrassed by her words, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief: he had passed this hurdle.

Seeing his hesitant expression, Lin Meiyin giggled and turned to leave.

Chapter 29.

Hua Jianxiong watched Lin Meiyin disappear through the interrogation room door, her shapely hips swaying, and his appetite immediately whetted. Turning around, he saw that Wu Sibao and the other thugs had stopped torturing her, all looking delighted. Hua Jianxiong let out a long sigh of relief; his goal for the day had been achieved. After holding back for so long, it was time for some fun.

He closed the heavy door of the interrogation room and stepped into the inner room. He saw He Xiaoyue, her toes still on the blue bricks, her head slumped against his shoulder, unconscious. Only her breasts, unusually high due to being suspended, were rising and falling.

Faced with this alluring beauty, Hua Jianxiong couldn't help but swallow a few times. He secretly told himself not to rush, there was plenty of time. He wanted to slowly savor this seemingly innocent and naive young woman who harbored a secret.

Wu Sibao followed behind Hua Jianxiong with eyes blazing with desire, waiting for his command. Hua Jianxiong paused for a moment, then casually waved his hand and said, "Brothers, you've all worked hard. Take a break and have some fun!"Wu Sibao understood immediately and shouted to his men, "Brothers, get this woman down here and have some fun..." Before he finished speaking, the several naked, sweaty men in the room rushed to the rack with beaming smiles, as if they had received a royal decree, and quickly untied the limp He Xiaoyue.

Hua Jianxiong stood motionless to the side, his eyes fixed on He Xiaoyue's beautiful face, distorted by pain. Just as her limp body hit the ground, her small nostrils twitched slightly, and then her tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

Hua Jianxiong observed her reaction silently. Instinctive reactions are the most telling, and he hoped to find a flaw to confirm his suspicions. But he was disappointed. When He Xiaoyue saw the several burly, bare-chested men, panic and despair involuntarily flashed in her eyes. This was a normal reaction for a young woman her age. Hua

Jianxiong watched as Wu Sibao and his thugs dragged He Xiaoyue to a corner of the room, quickly stripped off her pale white top stained with whip marks and blood, forced her hands behind her back, and tightly bound her slender, fair wrists with rope.

He Xiaoyue clearly realized what was about to happen. She desperately twisted her waist, kicked her legs wildly, and screamed, "No...no...let me go...let me go...you beasts..."

The thugs, burning with lust, paid no heed to her cries. Five or six large hands grabbed her long legs and half-naked upper limbs, leering as they dragged the poor girl onto the torture bed. He Xiaoyue struggled helplessly for a few moments, but it was all in vain. She could only sob softly, her pale, beautiful face turned upwards.

Wu Sibao grinned and ripped off He Xiaoyue's tattered black dress, tossing it aside. Two bare thighs were exposed. The thugs weren't idle either; they all freed their hands to forcefully knead He Xiaoyue's round, firm breasts, which were covered by a white bra. He Xiaoyue cried out in anguish, but her limbs were held down firmly; all her struggles and resistance were futile.

Wu Sibao kicked the black dress aside and looked at Hua Jianxiong with a fawning expression. Hua Jianxiong, seeing the beautiful, naked body barely covered by two small pieces of cloth yet still struggling to stay afloat, felt a burning lust within him. He stepped forward, his large, hairy hands pressing against her warm, soft belly with one hand, while the other grabbed the white bra covering her rounded breasts.

He Xiaoyue screamed, her beautiful eyes filled with terror, her fair breasts heaving violently. With a "bang," the small strip of cloth was ripped off, revealing a pair of small, firm breasts that weren't particularly full. He Xiaoyue trembled with fear, twisting her body desperately, her small breasts swaying back and forth, seemingly trying to avoid the burning gazes.

Hua Jianxiong chuckled, grabbing a delicate, soft breast in his hand. He stretched out two fingers, pinching the pink nipple, barely larger than a soybean, and began to rub it, gradually increasing the pressure.

He Xiaoyue cried so hard she could barely breathe. Hua Jianxiong was secretly pleased with himself. As he rubbed it, he said with a stern face, "How about it, little girl? This isn't like your school library, is it? Nobody jokes with you here! Tell me, what's your name?"

"He...He...Xiaoyue, my name is He Xiaoyue...ah...I...really...my name is He Xiaoyue...I am He...Xiaoyue...oh...please let me go...waaaah..."

Hua Jianxiong snorted, and the large hand that had been pressing on her white belly suddenly rose, grabbing He Xiaoyue's only remaining garment—her almost transparent white silk panties, soaked with water—and slowly pulling them down.

He Xiaoyue screamed frantically, "No...no...please don't...kill me...kill me..." But her desperate cries couldn't stop the last shred of modesty from being stripped away from her fair body.

When the white panties bearing whip marks fell to the ground, all five pairs of eyes in the room were fixed on He Xiaoyue's spread thighs.

At the end of her white abdomen was a wisp of fine hair, below which was a narrow, delicate slit, two slightly raised fleshy mounds tightly guarding that mysterious crevice. At the end of the crevice bloomed a small, exquisite pink daisy.

The five men were stunned, the sounds of them swallowing hard rising and falling. Hua Jianxiong kept reminding himself: Calm down! Don't rush, this cute little cunt will be yours sooner or later. Now, there are more important things to do.

He ignored the cries of the woman lying on the torture bed, stretched out his right hand, and used his index and middle fingers to press down on both sides of her vulva, forcefully spreading it apart. With a "Wah!", He Xiaoyue trembled all over, almost crying herself to death. Her vulva opened more than an inch wide, revealing the glistening, pink flesh inside.

Hua Jianxiong swallowed hard, grabbed the open vulva with both hands, and forcefully pried it open. He Xiaoyue, tears streaming down her face, shook her head wildly, pleading incoherently for him to let go. Hua Jianxiong wouldn't listen; his grip tightened, and the woman's vulva was gradually pried open into a tender, red opening.

Seeing this, Wu Sibao immediately pulled over a powerful flashlight, a bright white beam shining directly into the deep opening. The glistening flesh walls and intricate folds were clearly visible under the intense light, making the several men drool. Only Hua Jianxiong stared intently into the depths of the honeyed cave. When he saw the perfect, milky-white reflection, like a copper coin, deep within the tender, red flesh under the bright light, he breathed a sigh of relief and released his hands.

He was even a little disappointed. He Xiaoyue was indeed a genuine, flawless virgin. In other words, a standard female student. Impeccable; he found no flaws. At this moment, the huge doubt buried deep in his heart even began to waver.

He took out his handkerchief, wiped the little bit of sticky fluid from his fingers, and thought to himself: Alright, I don't need to worry about that now. He can enjoy this delectable little beauty in front of him to his heart's content. Whether she was from Chongqing or Yan'an, she was now the delicacy on his plate.

As he thought this, his hand had already gripped his belt buckle. Wu Sibao, who had been secretly watching Hua Jianxiong's movements, immediately understood his meaning and grinned, gesturing to one of his subordinates. The two of them each grabbed one of He Xiaoyue's thighs and pulled her outwards sharply. He Xiaoyue's lower body was pulled to the edge of the torture platform, her round, white bottom sitting on the heavy edge.

The girl, who had just caught her breath, immediately realized what they were about to do and screamed in terror. Seven or eight large hands frantically worked for a while before finally pinning down her writhing, white, smooth, naked body.

Hua Jianxiong stared at the naked woman on the platform, slowly and methodically unbuckling his belt, carefully pulling down his trousers and placing them on a chair. He then unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and hung it up.

He was a man of principle. Although everyone knew what the interrogation officers did to female prisoners in the torture chamber, he would never appear in the corridor of No. 76 disheveled or with any suspicious marks on his trousers; that would make him a laughingstock.

Hua Jianxiong shrugged and walked over to He Xiaoyue, who was almost naked and being held down by several burly men. He saw that her face was frighteningly pale, she was panting heavily, and her small chest was heaving violently.

He smiled easily, and Wu Sibao understood. He and his companions quickly spread He Xiaoyue's snow-white thighs apart to make room for Hua Jianxiong.

Hua Jianxiong stepped between He Xiaoyue's spread legs, took one thigh from each of Wu Sibao and his men, and tucked them under his armpits. At the same time, he signaled the other two thugs holding down He Xiaoyue's shoulders to release their grip.

He Xiaoyue then saw Hua Jianxiong's bare arms and knew that her nightmare was about to begin. Her naked body jolted violently, like a fish out of water, she arched her back, twisted her waist, shook her shoulders, and kicked her legs, trying to break free.

Hua Jianxiong's two powerful arms remained as still as iron clamps, while He Xiaoyue could only twist her upper body on the platform, causing her small, not particularly full breasts to bounce up and down. However, both her hands were bound and pressed beneath her, and no matter how much she struggled, it was futile. (

Chapter 30, April 20th)

Hua Jianxiong wasn't in a hurry. He watched with a smile as the fair, tender, and luscious naked woman in his arms rolled and writhed, her movements quite beautiful. Her alluring vulva was right before his eyes. She was like a top-quality rubber band; just moments ago he had stretched her so much, but as soon as he released her, she returned to her original tight and firm shape, making him utterly captivated.

Before long, He Xiaoyue finally exhausted herself, struggling and sweating profusely, her strength waning, and her body went limp.

Hua Jianxiong smiled slightly, his belly protruding, and he placed his already swollen, iron-like penis against the girl's soft, warm, and tender belly.

He Xiaoyue was in despair. She trembled violently, her eyes tightly shut, pleading incessantly, "No...please...sir...let me go...please..."

Hua Jianxiong gently thrust his hips, rubbing his large penis back and forth against the small patch of pubic hair, teasingly asking, "What, have you come to your senses? Willing to tell the truth?"

He Xiaoyue trembled uncontrollably from the friction of the large penis between her legs, crying, "Sir...I...what I said...is all the truth...it's...oh..."

Amid the girl's heart-wrenching screams, the impatient penis lowered its head and thrust forward, its large glans parting the tender labia and forcing its way into the tight crevice. He Xiaoyue's body, which had already softened, stiffened again with a "thud."

This was entirely within Hua Jianxiong's expectations. He wasn't in a hurry to penetrate, but patiently arched his hips, slowly squeezing his thick penis into the tight, fleshy hole.

As he arched his hips, he pressed on relentlessly: "You can't blame anyone else, the little girl is so ungrateful. If you're naughty, you'll have to suffer some punishment..." The tight, fleshy hole was being stretched open little by little; the feeling was wonderful. It was completely different from the feeling with Xiao Hong, Liu Mei, and Fujiwara in bed. This long-lost novelty intoxicated him.

Each step forward in that narrow, tight hole required a great deal of effort, and there were even occasional tearing pains. But the ecstatic feeling of his large glans rubbing against the layers of wrinkles on the walls of the hole was truly unforgettable.

He couldn't remember the last time he felt so comfortable. Zhou Liping should have been an opportunity, but the old man had seized it, and before he could even get a chance, Liu Dazhuang, that brute, had ruined it.

He suddenly realized he had been lost in thought. Unbeknownst to him, the enormous glans had already sunk deep into the tight, fleshy opening, as if held in a warm little hand. He tried to push forward twice, but it was like hitting a thick wall made of rubber; he couldn't budge it. The naked body in his arms had already gone limp again, the struggles seemed to have stopped, but the cries suddenly rose in intensity.

Hua Jianxiong smiled inwardly. He took a long breath, pulled the two bare thighs in his arms closer, arched his back slightly, lifted his buttocks, and thrust forward.

A scream of "Wow!" came from between his legs, and the opening in front of the fleshy opening suddenly opened up, the large penis plunging in halfway. The naked body in his arms went completely limp.

Hua Jianxiong breathed a sigh of relief, lifted his buttocks, and pulled the penis out halfway. Sure enough, as expected, there were traces of blood on the penis. Regardless of which side He Xiaoyue was on, she was now Hua Jianxiong's woman.

He was overjoyed. With a thrust of his hips, his penis plunged in deeply, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Overwhelmed with excitement, he released her legs, grasping each firm breast in his hands, and began to thrust forcefully with a rhythm of five shallow thrusts followed by one deep one.

He Xiaoyue completely gave up resisting, her long, slender legs spread wide and resting on the edge of the table, her pearly teeth biting her lip, emitting rhythmic moans with each of Hua Jianxiong's thrusts. Soon, his thick penis was fully inside. His entire penis was tightly enveloped by the warm, moist walls of her flesh, completely surrendering to her tenderness.

Hua Jianxiong pulled his penis out halfway again, then thrust it in all the way, the ecstasy instantly spreading throughout his body. He thrust relentlessly, forgetting himself, until he was drenched in sweat, soon his juices were splashing everywhere, making a squelching sound. He Xiaoyue's moans rose and fell with his thrusts.

Suddenly, Hua Jianxiong shuddered, his large penis plunging in all the way, his buttocks sinking, he abruptly stopped, a deep, muffled growl emanating from his chest, his lower body already gushing forth.

Time seemed to stand still. Hua Jianxiong listened to his heartbeat and breathing slowly calming down before slowly withdrawing his now limp penis from the wet, fleshy opening. A thick, white, viscous fluid flowed out. He Xiaoyue's head lolled to the side, and she began to sob.

Seeing Hua Jianxiong turn to put on his clothes, Wu Sibao rushed to the front of the stage, scooped up He Xiaoyue's limp thighs, casually picked up the small, crumpled pair of panties lying on the ground, wiped the flowing fluid haphazardly from her crotch, and began to admire and play with her sparsely haired pubic area with his fingers.

He Xiaoyue cried, her face streaked with tears, seemingly oblivious to Wu Sibao's actions. Wu Sibao, already burning with lust, fiddled with her for a moment, then spread her legs, not even bothering to remove

his pants. He pulled out his already erect penis and eagerly thrust it into her still-open, wet vagina. He Xiaoyue couldn't help but open her mouth and let out a scream. At this moment, one of the thugs, unable to suppress his lust any longer, jumped onto the torture bed, knelt on either side of He Xiaoyue's head, pinched her nose, forcibly pried open her mouth, and shoved his foul-smelling penis inside...

Hua Jianxiong, having finished dressing, turned around and saw Wu Sibao and his men shamelessly toying with the delicate and frail He Xiaoyue. The girl's slender body writhed helplessly under the assault of two penises and several large hands. Her naked body, with only tattered white stockings and black round-toed strappy cloth shoes hanging on her long calves, twitched occasionally with the men's movements, appearing somewhat bizarre.

Wu Sibao thrust his heavy buttocks forcefully, seemingly in a trance. He Xiaoyue, her eyes tightly closed, furrowed her brows, her delicate oval face contorted with pain and humiliation. With a large penis stuffed in her mouth, she could barely breathe, only able to whimper in agony. Her round, firm breasts, marked with bloody whip marks, swayed back and forth with the violent thrusting.

Soon, the thug squatting above He Xiaoyue ejaculated profusely, his semen covering her mouth and face.

Wu Sibao, now drenched in sweat from thrusting, was still unsatisfied. He called over a henchman, and the two of them pulled He Xiaoyue's legs up, forcing her to kneel on the torture bed. With her hands bound behind her back, she could only rest her shoulders and head on the bed, her beautiful, round buttocks protruding.

Wu Sibao jumped onto the torture bed, gripped it firmly, and thrust his thick penis into He Xiaoyue's tight vagina from behind, pumping forcefully.

Seeing this, the thug who had helped him also jumped onto the torture bed, moved to face Wu Sibao, grabbed He Xiaoyue's hair, lifted her face, and shoved it between his legs. The intense pain in her scalp made He Xiaoyue instinctively cry out, and the thug took the opportunity to shove his already erect penis into her mouth, which was full of semen.

"Ugh…" He Xiaoyue let out a painful moan, tears streaming down her face.

Wu Sibao increased the speed of his thrusts, his thick hips slapping against her round, firm buttocks with a chilling slapping sound. His movements became increasingly forceful, and his breathing heavier and more rapid. Suddenly, a deep, beast-like growl escaped his chest, and the moment his penis was fully inside the woman, his muscular body trembled violently.

He Xiaoyue's cries stopped abruptly at that moment, her whole body trembling as she endured the relentless onslaught of the turbid current within her. At the instant of ejaculation, Wu Sibao couldn't help but slap He Xiaoyue's fair and firm buttocks hard, leaving two large purplish-red handprints on her snow-white flesh.

Wu Sibao had just pulled his wet, throbbing penis out of He Xiaoyue's soaking wet lower body when another thug, who had been waiting impatiently, pounced on her. He fiddled with He Xiaoyue's muddy genitals, swallowed hard, smeared the sticky fluid from his fingers on his glans, and then bent down to press against He Xiaoyue's tight, delicate anus.

"Ah...it hurts..." He Xiaoyue screamed in agony.

Wu Sibao, who had already pulled up his pants, heard He Xiaoyue's scream, glanced back, and laughed, cursing, "Zeng Laoliu, you fucking love taking the dry route, making such a racket."

He then walked over to Hua Jianxiong and said with a fawning smile, "Chief, this little wench is really something."

Hua Jianxiong smiled and said, "You've been doing this all day, aren't you feeling great?" Wu Sibao smiled awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Looking back, Zeng Laoliu had already forced his penis into He Xiaoyue's narrow anus and was working hard. He couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, be careful, you might cripple her!"

Zeng Laoliu looked up and chuckled, then turned back and thrust harder. He Xiaoyue was so weak from his thrusting that her mind went blank. Her round, delicate anus bled with each thrust of his hard penis.

After a while, Zeng Laoliu finally roared and ejaculated his hot semen deep into the girl's anus.

Chapter 031

As soon as Hua Jianxiong arrived at his office that morning, he noticed that Liu Mei, sitting behind the desk by the door, was giving him a cold shoulder. He was puzzled, but then he saw Lin Meiyin sitting in his seat, giving him flirtatious glances.

He immediately felt annoyed. He thought to himself, this woman is in a hurry. It will take at least a day or two to see any progress on Xiao Hong's side. But the old man was so impatient, leaving him no room to maneuver. What could he do? Lost

in thought, he overheard Lin Meiyin's sarcastic, veiled question: "Director Hua, how did the interrogation go last night? A resounding success, right?"

He quickly pulled himself back to reality, adopting a helpless expression: "Sigh, this little girl is so clever for her age, she won't say a word, she's incredibly stubborn!"

Lin Meiyin chuckled coldly: "What kind of obstinate criminal is giving Director Hua such a headache? Could it be that Director Hua is too soft-hearted to lay a hand on her?"

"Not at all, not at all. Such a serious criminal, and with the old man personally interrogating him, how could Jianxiong dare to show mercy?" Hua Jianxiong quickly tried to clear himself of any wrongdoing.

Lin Meiyin smiled gently, her expression softening as she said, "Good to know. The old man is in a real hurry; he urged me again last night. I don't know how to answer him."

Hua Jianxiong thought to himself: It seems the old man is also eager to find out how deep the water is; I can't just give him a perfunctory answer.

Just then, Lin Meiyin spoke again: "Director Hua, should we continue the interrogation?"

Seeing her pressing him, Hua Jianxiong had no choice but to nod and say, "Interrogate, interrogate... we'll interrogate her right away." As he spoke, he told Liu Mei to inform Wu Sibao to bring He Xiaoyue to the interrogation room and told him that he would also be there personally.

When Hua Jianxiong and Lin Meiyin arrived at the interrogation room one after the other, Wu Sibao had already brought He Xiaoyue over with his men. Several people were hurriedly hanging the poor girl onto the rack.

He Xiaoyue's pale white cloth shirt was clearly hastily dressed; only two buttons were fastened, revealing a large expanse of her white breasts. Her skirt was hastily tied around her waist, and when her hands were pulled up, a large expanse of her white belly was exposed.

Seeing Hua Jianxiong accompany Lin Meiyin in, Wu Sibao hurriedly ordered several of his men to pull the ropes. With a hissing sound, He Xiaoyue's slender body was pulled straight, and her toes gradually rose.

Seeing that it was almost done, Wu Sibao signaled one of his thugs to secure the ropes. He himself grabbed a thick, black whip and stepped forward. He used the whip handle to lift He Xiaoyue's pointed chin and asked viciously, "What, still not telling the truth? Who ordered you to do this?" Seeing that He Xiaoyue didn't react, he suddenly swung the whip in his hand and lashed it down.

With a muffled "crack," a bright red welt appeared on He Xiaoyue's back. Her body trembled, she clenched her teeth tightly, and closed her eyes. Seeing this, Wu Sibao angrily raised his whip and began lashing at her indiscriminately.

Soon, He Xiaoyue's pale white blouse was covered in whip marks, many places torn and revealing her snow-white skin streaked with blood.

Hanging with only her toes touching the ground, almost all her weight was concentrated on her slender wrists. With each lash from Wu Sibao, He Xiaoyue trembled, groaning in pain, struggling to maintain her balance with her cloth-shoe-clad toes to alleviate the pain in her wrists.

Looking at this student-like woman hanging before him, chest puffed out, brows furrowed, refusing to utter a word, Wu Sibao felt a throbbing pain in his lower body, as if he were about to explode. He desperately wanted to pounce on her and have his way with her again. But the presence of Lin Meiyin and Hua Jianxiong in the distance kept him somewhat rational, desperately restraining this primal urge.

Wu Sibao, in a fit of rage, lashed out with his whip across He Xiaoyue's swollen breasts. With a "snap," a button popped open, and He Xiaoyue's tattered shirt was almost completely torn open. She groaned in pain, jerking her head back to instinctively dodge the whistling whip tip. Her shoulder-length black hair flew through the air as she jerked her head back. At that moment, the thug standing behind He Xiaoyue seized the opportunity to crack the whip, striking her back. He Xiaoyue cried out in pain, her head drooping forward again.

A lewd smile flashed in Wu Sibao's eyes. He raised the whip and lashed out with all his might. With a "snap," the whip tip landed precisely on the last remaining button on He Xiaoyue's chest. With a whoosh, He Xiaoyue's shirt billowed up like the wings of a large bird, revealing her firm, pert breasts.

A smug look appeared in Wu Sibao's eyes. He gave a wink to the thug opposite him, and with a "crack," the whip struck He Xiaoyue's back. She reflexively straightened her back, thrusting her chest out. Just then, Wu Sibao's whip struck again, a sharp "crack" echoing as a gruesome welt appeared on He Xiaoyue's firm, round breasts. She couldn't help but cry out, "Ouch! Ouch!"

Wu Sibao's eyes were bloodshot as he slowly lashed the whip again and again. Soon, He Xiaoyue's pair of white, tender breasts were covered in crisscrossing welts.

Lin Meiyin watched, her arched eyebrows gradually furrowing. She could tell that Wu Sibao was doing this intentionally for her. She knew she was definitely an eyesore here; otherwise, they would have resorted to some despicable means. She had already noticed that He Xiaoyue was naked under her blouse. She knew without even guessing what they had done to her after she left last night.

It was clear that Wu Sibao and his men had controlled the force of the whipping very well, so although He Xiaoyue had been tortured for over half an hour and was covered in bruises, she remained conscious—a consistent tactic of Wu Sibao's interrogation methods. She truly couldn't imagine how much longer this torturous whipping would continue.

Suddenly, a whoosh of wind blew as the whip lashed towards He Xiaoyue's lower body. With a sharp tear, the silk skirt was ripped open, revealing glimpses of He Xiaoyue's two pale thighs and even her flat stomach. Another lash followed, and the black dress was torn open like a door, the front almost completely ripped apart.Lin Meiyin's face turned grim. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before the little woman hanging on the rack was completely naked. This was clearly meant to humiliate her. Lin Meiyin walked forward with a stern face, and Hua Jianxiong quickly followed. Wu Sibao and his men stopped. He Xiaoyue's hair was disheveled, her head thrown back, her small chest heaving violently. Her toes struggled to touch the ground, but this did little to alleviate the pain in her wrists. The places on her body where she had been whipped burned with pain, but she desperately tried to suppress a groan.

When she was led into the torture chamber and hung up, she knew she was about to endure excruciating pain, but she never expected these thugs to resort to such despicable methods.

The moment Lin Meiyin and Hua Jianxiong approached her, He Xiaoyue slightly opened her eyes and saw them from behind her arms, which were suspended high. The sight of that beautiful woman made her feel a pang of embarrassment.

She had long known she would be subjected to torture, and was even mentally prepared for rape and gang rape. But she never expected to be so exposed in front of a woman; a wave of shame and resentment washed over her.

But she had no time to shed tears, because she immediately saw Hua Jianxiong behind Lin Meiyin. The fierce look in his eyes made her tense. Yesterday, he had brutally taken her precious virginity. Watching this tall, fierce man approach her, He Xiaoyue felt an intense sense of oppression. Her head tilted back even further.

Chapter 32

A powerful hand gripped her chin like an iron clamp, and Hua Jianxiong viciously demanded, "How's it going, little girl? The whipping isn't pleasant, is it? Let me tell you, this is just the beginning. The real suffering is yet to come. A girl like you definitely won't survive! Now, have you thought it through? Can you tell me who sent you to assassinate Professor Pei?"

He Xiaoyue's throat bobbed with difficulty, but her low voice was clear: "Traitor…everyone should kill him…"

With a thud, a heavy punch landed on the woman's soft abdomen. The immense impact nearly made He Xiaoyue vomit; all her strength vanished with that blow. Her already numb toes buckled, and all her weight concentrated on her bound wrists. Painful groans echoed in the interrogation room.

"Won't talk? How long do you think you can hold out? I'll make you wish you were dead..." With that, Hua Jianxiong's large hand slipped through the tear in the woman's skirt and between her thighs, forcefully digging upwards. Two thick, hard fingers were thrust into

her ravaged vagina without warning. Hua Jianxiong twisted and pried forcefully, repeatedly demanding, "Talk, talk...who's behind this!" He Xiaoyue kept her eyes tightly shut, silently enduring the despairing lewdness of the iron-like hand.

Hua Jianxiong watched He Xiaoyue's pained expression, listened to the gurgling sounds, and felt the warm, sticky sensation of her vaginal opening on his fingers. Something stirred within him. Seeing He Xiaoyue's desperate resistance, he couldn't suppress the urge to strip off her few remaining garments and rape her again. Unfortunately, Lin Meiyin was right behind him.

Lin Meiyin couldn't stand it any longer. She turned and coughed loudly, reminding Hua Jianxiong not to go too far. Hua Jianxiong clearly understood her meaning. He stopped what he was doing and slowly withdrew his hand. He looked at the sticky stuff on his fingers, casually wiped it on He Xiaoyue's skirt, and turned to Wu Sibao, saying, "Sibao, you're getting softer and softer!" Wu Sibao didn't understand what Hua Jianxiong meant. He glanced at Lin Meiyin beside him, opened his mouth but didn't speak.

"This woman assassinated one of our important officials. There must be a huge organization behind her. How can we get her to reveal the mastermind with such a mild approach? Put her on the tiger bench!" Upon hearing this, Wu Sibao acted as if he had received a royal decree. He immediately ordered his men to get to work, taking He Xiaoyue down from the rack and dragging her to the tiger bench in the interrogation room to tie her up.

Lin Meiyin stood beside Hua Jianxiong with a slight frown. Remembering Xiao Yan's miserable torture yesterday, she felt a pang of sympathy for He Xiaoyue, who was also a woman. She truly hoped that everything here would end soon.

Looking at Hua Jianxiong's resolute profile, Lin Meiyin was filled with conflicting emotions. She didn't know what the future held for her and Hua Jianxiong. On the surface, she was the most favored of Boss Zhou's many women, but secretly, she was Nightingale, hated to the bone by both the 76th Division and the Japanese.

Lin Meiyin felt a pang of pity for Hua Jianxiong being mistakenly injured. If Hua Jianxiong knew that it was her people who did it, how would he treat her? Moreover, she had once left Hua Jianxiong a Nightingale red handkerchief with the intention of teasing him. Thinking of these things, Lin Meiyin felt a tightness in her chest. At this moment, He Xiaoyue's loud groans drew her attention.

He Xiaoyue was writhing in pain on the torture bench, her chest heaving violently, revealing most of her breasts due to her tattered clothes. Three bricks had been placed under her feet, which were clad in white stockings and black cloth shoes, by Wu Sibao. The intense pain turned her face deathly pale, and sweat quickly beaded on her face, which was contorted with agony.

Wu Sibao was viciously interrogating her, demanding that she reveal who was behind it all. Seeing that she remained silent even with her lips bitten until they bled, Wu Sibao ordered his thugs to pry up her feet and shove a brick into them. The excruciating pain in her legs caused He Xiaoyue to groan involuntarily. But as Wu Sibao roared at her, demanding she confess, He Xiaoyue continued to grit her teeth and shake her head incessantly.

Wu Sibao shook his head, a sinister smile playing on his lips, and repeatedly said "good," before pressing a large hand down on the insteps of He Xiaoyue's feet. He slowly and forcefully flattened her insteps, making them almost straight with her calves.

He Xiaoyue was already in excruciating pain, and with Wu Sibao's pressure, it felt as if her legs were about to break. After a series of pitiful screams and struggles, everything went black, her head lolled to the side, and she fainted.

"Wake her up, keep asking!" Hua Jianxiong moved his lips indifferently, then took out a Hademen cigarette, lit it with the red-hot iron in the brazier, took a deep drag, and exhaled a smoke ring.

Wu Sibao agreed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and ordered his men to remove a brick from under He Xiaoyue's feet. One of his henchmen, seeing his expression, picked up a bucket of cold water and poured it over the unconscious woman's head.

He Xiaoyue's wet blouse and long skirt clung to her body, revealing the outline of her small, apple-shaped breasts, while her already thin black silk skirt clung even tighter to her legs. Stimulated by the cold water, He Xiaoyue groaned and woke up.

Wu Sibao grinned lewdly and took something from the shelf beside him: two wooden bars strung together with rope, their shafts full of jagged edges. He brandished the object in front of He Xiaoyue, demanding, "Talk or not? If you don't, I'll use this thing to crush your little slut's breasts!" He Xiaoyue weakly shook her head, the pain in her legs causing her to groan intermittently.

At Wu Sibao's signal, a thug walked to He Xiaoyue's side, grabbed the already torn collar of her pale white blouse, and, amidst He Xiaoyue's terrified groans, tore open the wet fabric, stuffing it under her armpits, completely exposing her breasts, which were covered in whip marks.

Seeing the nipple cangue in Wu Sibao's hand, a flicker of panic crossed He Xiaoyue's eyes, and she even felt an urge to confess, but her gaze quickly returned to calm. Wu Sibao noticed the change in her expression, stepped forward, and slapped He Xiaoyue's pale face, then swung his arm to strike her chest. With a series of sharp cracks, the woman's snow-white breasts, covered in purplish-blue welts from the whip, heaved violently.

Hua Jianxiong witnessed this, and desire quietly rose within him; he longed to go over and play with He Xiaoyue's crimson nipples. At Wu Sibao's command, two thugs rushed forward, grabbing He Xiaoyue's firm breasts on either side and clamping them into the nipple cangue. Lin Meiyin gave a soft hum, turned, and walked towards the outer room, a hint of reluctance in her beautiful eyes.

Hua Jianxiong smiled slightly; this was exactly the effect he wanted. He hoped Lin Meiyin would simply leave the interrogation room, to avoid getting in his way. But he saw her sit down on a chair outside, head bowed, seemingly lost in thought.

Hua Jianxiong was about to go over and talk to her, trying to coax her away, when he turned his head and saw Liu Dazhuang standing at the door, peering inside with wide, bulging eyes, intently watching and swallowing hard.

Hua Jianxiong glared at him and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"Liu Dazhuang was startled. He turned around and saw Hua Jianxiong staring at him. He grinned awkwardly and leaned in to whisper a few words to Hua Jianxiong.

Hua Jianxiong frowned, pondered for a moment, and waved to Liu Dazhuang. Liu Dazhuang beamed with joy, nodded, and ran out.

Chapter 33

A woman's painful scream drew Hua Jianxiong's attention. He saw a young woman struggling in agony on the tiger bench, her round breasts completely deformed and purplish-red by the teeth of the two wooden bars. Wu Sibao roared like a beast, "Confess or not?" while tightening his grip on the breast cangue even more.

"Ah..." The woman's scream had distorted, her once beautiful face now horribly contorted, her feet, resting on the blue bricks, twisting back and forth in pain. Hua Jianxiong suddenly felt his mouth go dry. He swallowed and thought to himself, "This little wench looks quite pitiful being tortured, it's a pity that the god outside doesn't understand at all..."

Beside the tiger bench, Wu Sibao and another thug were torturing the agonizing He Xiaoyue with the breast cangue, sometimes tightening and sometimes loosening it. He had a good grasp of the intensity; He Xiaoyue was covered in sweat and tears, constantly letting out screams that rose and fell, but she never fainted.

Hua Jianxiong walked to the tiger bench and signaled Wu Sibao to stop. The breast cangue that had caused He Xiaoyue so much pain was loosened. Hua Jianxiong bent down, lifted He Xiaoyue's right breast, which was covered in purplish-blue marks from the cangue and had not yet fully recovered its original shape, and asked with a sinister smile, "How is it? Does it hurt? Still not going to confess?" As he spoke, he began to roughly knead it. "Oh..." He Xiaoyue's tears flowed from the pain, but she still didn't utter a word.

"This little thing, still got a tough tongue!" Hua Jianxiong snorted and ordered sharply, "Clip her tighter!" Wu Sibao, hearing this, grinned and approached He Xiaoyue again.

"Ah..." He Xiaoyue's desperate screams echoed in the torture chamber once more as the two wooden bars tightened again. This time, Wu Sibao used heavy force; between her teeth, two fist-sized fleshy lumps appeared, purplish-red, with nipples standing erect as if they would burst at any moment. He Xiaoyue's body stiffened, her teeth grinding together, and she didn't last long before her head lolled to the side and she fainted.

With a "splash," a bucket of cold water was poured over He Xiaoyue, waking her up again. Hua Jianxiong pulled a red-hot triangular branding iron from the brazier and walked over to He Xiaoyue.

He Xiaoyue was panting heavily, her eyelids so heavy she seemed unable to lift them. But her exposed breasts sensitively felt the approaching heat. She struggled to lift her eyelids, horrified to see the dark red branding iron tip, burning hot, slowly approaching her scarred chest.

She struggled violently, screaming, "No...no...don't..." "Ah...ah..." The red-hot iron pressed mercilessly against the girl's tender left breast. With a hiss, a puff of white smoke, carrying a nauseating acrid smell, rose from beneath the iron.

Hua Jianxiong pressed down hard on the iron, feeling the thick, resilient force beneath, enjoying the sizzling sound of the flesh burning.

He Xiaoyue screamed hoarsely, her head shaking violently and erratically, her feet, clad in white stockings and black cloth shoes, suddenly stiffening, the muscles in her chest trembling violently. Suddenly, the screaming stopped abruptly, her head slumped limply to her shoulder, and she lost consciousness.

Hua Jianxiong released the branding iron, revealing the triangular black charred mark on He Xiaoyue's left breast, a horrifying sight against her snow-white skin.

When He Xiaoyue was jolted awake again by the cold water, she cautiously opened her eyes and saw Hua Jianxiong carrying a red-hot branding iron from the furnace towards her. She trembled violently, finally unable to hold back her tears, her lips quivering as she cried, "No… I'm scared… I'll confess… I'll confess…" After uttering the last two words, He Xiaoyue lowered her head weakly, her eyes fixed on the horrific brand on her breast, her body still trembling uncontrollably. A heart-wrenching pain surged through her chest, each breath carrying a tearing, salty taste.

Before she could catch her breath, her loose hair was grabbed and yanked back, forcing her face upwards. Wu Sibao's fierce face drew closer, a stench assaulting her nostrils: "Speak! Don't fucking try anything funny! Who ordered you to do this?"

Hua Jianxiong's eyes were fixed on He Xiaoyue's half-open eyes, trying to guess what she would say. Lin Meiyin, hearing the commotion inside, also rushed over.

He Xiaoyue's neck was limp, as if she couldn't support her head. She pursed her dry lips and said weakly, "Water...give me...some...water..."

Wu Sibao cursed angrily, "Damn it, you lazy donkey trying to grind a millstone..." Seeing Hua Jianxiong's signal, he released He Xiaoyue's hair, grabbed an enamel mug, scooped half a mug of water from the bucket on the ground, and held it to He Xiaoyue's lips.

He Xiaoyue gulped down all the water in the mug, and her eyes seemed to regain a little life. She struggled to lift her eyelids, glanced at the branding iron still radiating heat in Hua Jianxiong's hand, took a deep breath, and said haltingly, "Chong... Chongqing... is... the Military... Military Intelligence Bureau..." With that, her eyelids rolled back, and she fainted again.

As soon as He Xiaoyue finished speaking, Hua Jianxiong seemed to feel Lin Meiyin beside him let out a long sigh of relief. He chuckled inwardly: She's quite the actress. If I hadn't received definite information beforehand, I might have actually been fooled. The reply from Chongqing was very certain: No such person found. How could you be a Military Intelligence Bureau member?

But who exactly is she? Hua Jianxiong glanced at the half-naked woman bound to the tiger bench, and a huge question mark once again filled his mind.

He Xiaoyue's hair was disheveled, her head slumped limply against her shoulder, completely lifeless. Wu Sibao picked up a bucket of water from the ground to splash it, but Hua Jianxiong waved his hand to stop him. He put his finger under He Xiaoyue's nose and found her breathing weak. He quickly pried open her eyelids and saw that the whites of her eyes were more than her pupils. He hurriedly said to Wu Sibao, "Quickly, call a doctor to take a look!"

One of Wu Sibao's men ran out upon hearing this. Hua Jianxiong turned and went to the outer room, with Lin Meiyin following him out. As Hua Jianxiong walked, he thought: It seems that today can only end here. This is fine too. Regardless of whether it's true or not, at least there has been some progress. Anyway, she poses no threat to me. This is a good way to buy time and hear what new information Xiao Hong has found.

Just then, the little spy ran in with the doctor. Hua Jianxiong ignored him and turned to Lin Meiyin, who had followed him, saying, "Secretary Lin, look..."

Lin Meiyin snorted disdainfully and said, "You stinking men don't know anything about chivalry. You're so heavy-handed..."

Before she finished speaking, Wu Sibao came out with the doctor. The doctor, removing his white gloves, said expressionlessly, "She's in shock, nothing serious, but it's best to let her rest. If the Chief requires further interrogation, I can give her a shot of adrenaline..."

Hua Jianxiong remained silent, looking at Lin Meiyin inquiringly. Lin Meiyin raised an eyebrow and said to the doctor, "You can go now..." Hearing this, the doctor quickly turned and left.

Lin Meiyin turned to Hua Jianxiong and said, "Jianxiong, she's already spoken; there's no need to worry about her not spilling everything. Let her catch her breath first; she's quite pitiful, a young girl..."

This was exactly what Hua Jianxiong wanted to hear. Before he could respond, Wu Sibao exclaimed, "Chief, don't worry, this little wench is a piece of cake... If she dares to back down, I have plenty of ways to deal with her..."

Just as Wu Sibao finished speaking, a woman appeared at the interrogation room door. She said in a coquettish voice, "Who are we discussing dealing with here?"Chapter 34 Lin Meiyin turned around at the sound and saw a glamorous woman standing in the doorway. The woman wore a Japanese-style yellow military uniform and black high-heeled knee-high boots. Below her short skirt and above the boots, a section of her shapely thigh, encased in flesh-colored stockings, was exposed. Her hair was styled in a black, permed style, and her lips were painted a vibrant red. Her large eyes sparkled brightly, giving her an air of both competence and allure. Lin Meiyin frowned, a ripple of emotion stirring within her. She recognized the woman; she knew she was Hua Jianxiong's mistress, Fujiwara Kaori, a female agent of the Japanese Special Higher Police.

Watching Hua Jianxiong greet Fujiwara Kaori with a smile, Lin Meiyin felt a pang of jealousy. Ignoring Kaori's smiling nod, she sat down on the sofa and turned her gaze away.

Hua Jianxiong, seemingly oblivious to Lin Meiyin's jealous expression, smiled and sat behind his desk, addressing Fujiwara Kaori as she entered, "Miss Kaori, what brings you here? What brings you here?"

Fujiwara Kaori, unfazed by Lin Meiyin's cold demeanor, gave Hua Jianxiong a flirtatious wink and said in a sweet, uninhibited voice, "I missed you! You really wore me out the other night, and I'm still aching all over."

Hua Jianxiong frowned upon hearing this. He noticed Lin Meiyin's face growing increasingly gloomy and was pondering how to smooth things over when he heard Fujiwara Kaori say in a seductive voice, "Which woman is being tortured in there? It's making my heart race."

Hua Jianxiong replied irritably, "Miss Kaori, stop acting like this! This is the office of the head of the Criminal Investigation Department, No. 76. If you keep this up, I'll have someone drag you in and give you a good beating."

To his surprise, Fujiwara Kaori didn't get angry at his words. Instead, she seized the opportunity and said with a seductive smile, "Really? I've heard that Director Hua is very skilled at dealing with women, but I've never had the chance to see it for myself. How do you plan to punish me?"

Lin Meiyin felt like she had swallowed a fly as she listened to their flirtatious conversation. She secretly cursed Fujiwara Kaori as a shameless slut and prepared to leave. Hua Jianxiong sensed that Fujiwara's words were too blatant. He slammed his hand on the table and snapped, "Stop fooling around! Can't you see I'm doing serious business?"

Fujiwara Kaori sensed Hua Jianxiong's displeasure and couldn't help but feel puzzled. He had never gotten angry when she teased him before. She glanced at Lin Meiyin, who was sitting on the sofa with a displeased expression, and suddenly realized what was going on. A pang of jealousy welled up inside her.

However, she didn't want to anger Hua Jianxiong at this moment, so she pretended to be nonchalant and said with a smile, "Jianxiong-kun, don't be angry. I heard you were attacked and injured, and I came to see you out of concern. Don't be ungrateful! Besides, I'm here on official business. Hongkou sent me to ask you for someone."

Hua Jianxiong was completely confused by her words and asked, "Ask for someone? What do you mean? Who do you want?"

Fujiwara Kaori said with a smile, "Captain Takeda was assassinated, and you caught the assassin. The military police want to interrogate the assassin and find the mastermind. So they sent me to ask you for someone."

Hua Jianxiong pondered for a moment and said, "Well..."

Before he could answer, Lin Meiyin stood up and said loudly, "No way!"

Hua Jianxiong looked at Lin Meiyin with some doubt at her strong reaction. Lin Meiyin sneered, "We've apprehended the person, and the Chief is also a victim. We're interrogating him now, why should we hand him over to you?"

Hua Jianxiong nodded and said to Fujiwara Kaori, "I'm already interrogating him. I can't just hand him over like that. I'll explain this to Commander Hashimoto of the Military Police Headquarters later."

Fujiwara Kaori laughed, "Jianxiong-kun, don't be so businesslike. I'm just here to deliver a message. Since you're going to explain to Commander Hashimoto personally, that's for the best."

Hua Jianxiong nodded and casually lit a cigarette. He suddenly realized that Fujiwara Kaori's so-called "recruited person" was just a feint. This Japanese woman, who knew her true relationship with the Military Police Headquarters, was using the visit to "recruited person" as an excuse; she must have something else important to do.

Seeing Hua Jianxiong deep in thought, Fujiwara Kaori slowly stopped smiling. For a moment, all three fell silent, and the room was filled with quiet.

Lin Meiyin couldn't sit still any longer; she decided to leave this place of trouble. Just as he was about to get up, Wu Sibao appeared shirtless at the door of the interrogation room. He nodded to Fujiwara Kaori and then cautiously asked Hua Jianxiong, "Chief, this woman...?"

Hua Jianxiong shook his head and said, "Take her away first. Continue the interrogation this afternoon, make her confess in detail about the mastermind and accomplices!" Wu Sibao nodded and disappeared from the doorway of the interrogation room.

Fujiwara Kaori gave Hua Jianxiong a fawning smile and said, "Why are you closing up shop now that I'm here? I wanted to see what Jianxiong-kun was really capable of."

Lin Meiyin glared at Fujiwara Kaori with disgust, stood up, and said to Hua Jianxiong, "The interrogation is over, I have to go. I need to report to the old man." Without waiting for Hua Jianxiong to speak, she turned and left.

Watching Lin Meiyin's swaying figure, Hua Jianxiong sighed inwardly, "What a capricious woman." No sooner had Lin Meiyin left than Fujiwara Kaori brazenly moved behind the desk, plopped down on the armrest of Hua Jianxiong's chair, and said sourly, "Hmph, how tactless, finally gone."

Hua Jianxiong also breathed a long sigh of relief, not caring about Fujiwara Kaori's audacious behavior. This Japanese woman was inherently a slut, but her body and masochistic nature gave Hua Jianxiong immense satisfaction.

Hua Jianxiong stood up, and Fujiwara Kaori quickly followed him into the inner room, where Wu Sibao was directing several thugs to untie the unconscious He Xiaoyue from the torture bench.

Hua Jianxiong glanced at He Xiaoyue, who was as limp as a puddle of mud, and waved his hand, instructing Wu Sibao, "Take her into custody first. Have a doctor examine her. Make sure the interrogation can continue this afternoon. Be careful, this is something the old man personally instructed. If anything goes wrong, you'll lose your heads!"

After saying that, he patted Fujiwara Kaori's round buttocks and said, "Didn't you want to see my methods? Come on, I'll show you."

Chapter 035

Hua Jianxiong led Fujiwara Kaori to another interrogation room in the basement. As soon as the door was pushed open, it was noisy inside, and a pungent, lewd smell hit them. Liu Dazhuang and several thugs, all shirtless, were making a racket inside. When they saw Hua Jianxiong bring in a seductive woman, they immediately fell silent. In

the middle of the room, Xiao Yan lay naked on the wet floor with her arms tied behind her back. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was rapid, and she had already fainted. Two pale, white thighs, one stretched out and the other slightly curled, were wet and stained with a mixture of red and white at the base of the slightly parted thighs.

The girl's lower body was swollen and purplish-red, her labia limp and turned outwards, and thick, white fluid gushed from the slightly parted opening, like a child's mouth. Her pretty face was also covered with the thugs' filthy remnants. Clearly, this poor girl had just been brutally gang-raped before they came in.

Seeing Hua Jianxiong and his men enter, one of the thugs ran over and turned Xiao Yan's naked body over, seemingly trying to cover something up. In the instant the girl's body was turned over, Hua Jianxiong glimpsed that her anus was also covered in blood. Her naked body was covered with purplish-blue bruises, especially her firm breasts, which were covered in wounds, and her nipples were disproportionately swollen, with even faint teeth marks visible on them.

Hua Jianxiong frowned slightly at the sight in the room. Upon seeing this, Liu Dazhuang immediately yelled at Liu San and the other thugs, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and hang him up, let's continue the interrogation..."

Today's interrogation was Liu Dazhuang's own request. Originally, Hua Jianxiong was completely confused by He Xiaoyue's case and planned to put Xiao Yan's case aside for now, to handle it more calmly later. However, Liu Dazhuang, aroused by the erotic scene of Wu Sibao interrogating He Xiaoyue, couldn't suppress his lust and shamelessly begged Hua Jianxiong to let him bring Xiao Yan out for the interrogation.

Hua Jianxiong knew his group was free this morning, so he agreed. He knew the opening act would be these lecherous men taking turns having their fun, but he never expected them to actually make the prisoner pass out, and that Fujiwara Kaori, that horny glutton, would witness it all. It was utterly ridiculous.

Upon hearing Hua Jianxiong's order, Liu Dazhuang hurriedly directed Liu San and two other thugs to lift Xiao Yan, who was limp and unconscious on the ground, up. The four burly men rushed forward, deftly unlocking the handcuffs that had been on Xiao Yan's back all night. They pulled her slender wrists, bruised from the handcuffs, forward, and pulled a finger-thick hemp rope from a pulley on the roof, tightly binding the girl's wrists together.

Liu Dazhuang waved his hand, and the men pulled together, lifting Xiao Yan's soft, white body from the ground. The pulley rattled as Xiao Yan's naked body rose higher and higher until her feet were off the ground, only her delicate toes barely touching the earth. Only then did Liu Dazhuang signal his men to stop.

Hua Jianxiong sat down in a chair against the wall of the interrogation room. Fujiwara Kaori quickly moved closer, plopped down on the armrest, and grabbed Hua Jianxiong's arm, her eyes fixed on the petite, naked woman hanging in the center of the room.

Hua Jianxiong saw that Xiao Yan's neck was limp and her head was drooping, her disheveled hair covering her face. He waved his hand and ordered, "Wake her up." A thug stepped forward, carrying a bucket of cold water, and splashed it over Xiao Yan's naked body.

After a moment, Xiao Yan's head moved slightly, she let out a long breath, and then woke up with a low groan.

Pale-faced, Xiao Yan struggled to open her eyes, feeling excruciating pain in both wrists. Instinctively, she pulled hard, and her wrists immediately felt as if they were about to break. She then realized she was hanging in the center of the interrogation room, her toes barely touching the ground, her entire weight concentrated on her wrists, which were tightly bound and suspended above her head.

A chill ran down her spine. Looking down, she realized she was completely naked, facing a group of burly, menacing men.

Xiao Yan almost cried out. A searing pain shot through her wrists; she hissed, trying to rise on her tiptoes to ease the pain. The moment she strained her legs, excruciating pain shot through her groin. She didn't know how many times these beasts had gang-raped her; not only her vagina but also her anus felt like it was being torn apart.

She gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the agonizing pain throughout her body. But then a nauseating, foul stench assaulted her lungs. She gagged violently, a thick, sticky, foul-smelling liquid dripping from the corner of her mouth. Xiao Yan trembled uncontrollably; it was the semen those bastards had forcibly forced into her mouth.

Xiao Yan was on the verge of collapse. Being surrounded naked by a pack of wolf-like men was already an intense humiliation. What made her even more ashamed was that in the interrogation room, a well-dressed, alluring woman was staring at her naked body with great interest.

She painfully closed her beautiful eyes, wishing she could die immediately.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching, and then her throbbing left breast was lifted up and shaken by a large, hairy hand. Before she could think, a cold voice pierced her ears, "Little girl, it's not pleasant to be fucked by so many men in a row, is it? If you don't want to suffer, confess honestly! Tell me, who is Nightingale?"

Xiao Yan knew from the voice that the person in front of her was Hua Jianxiong, whom she hadn't killed. A pang

of fear shot through her. She slightly raised her eyelids and gave a weak snort to Hua Jianxiong, who was smugly playing with his mangled breasts. "You traitorous dog, don't even think about it!" she weakly said. A piercing pain shot through half of her chest from her injured breast. The large hand holding her tender breast clenched tightly and began to knead it viciously.

Xiao Yan bit her lip hard, hissing and gasping for breath, trying her best not to cry out. Hua Jianxiong, while kneading the soft, warm flesh in his hand, sneered, "You've got guts, little thing. You're still so hard-pressed even with me naked! Looks like I haven't fucked you hard enough. Men, loosen this little bitch's skin!"

Before he finished speaking, two shirtless thugs appeared in front of and behind Xiao Yan, wielding thick, hard leather whips. Hua Jianxiong took two steps back, and the two black leather whips whistled as they flew towards the pale, naked woman hanging in the center of the room.

"Crack-Crack-Crack!" Two leather whips rained down on Xiao Yan's tender skin, raising puffs of blood. With each lash, a bloody welt appeared on her fair, delicate skin. With each strike, Xiao Yan's beautiful face twitched and contorted in pain.

She desperately tried to suppress her moans, but the two venomous whips seemed to have eyes, accurately striking her round buttocks, white thighs, and tender breasts—sensitive areas. The needle

-like pain gnawed at her already exceptionally sensitive and fragile nerves. After several struggles, she could no longer bear it and finally let out a pitiful groan.

Hua Jianxiong retreated to his chair, crossed his legs, and took out a cigarette, putting it in his mouth. Fujiwara quickly came over and lit it for him with a delicate little lighter. Hua Jianxiong leisurely puffed on his cigarette, casually enjoying Xiao Yan's painful groans and her tender body swaying like a lily in the wind amidst the fierce lashes of the whip.

Time ticked by, the rough whip leaving long, blood-streaked welts on Xiao Yan's fair skin. In some places, she was whipped open, bleeding profusely, a gruesome sight. Large drops of sweat streamed down Xiao Yan's fair forehead, collecting at her neck on her bare back and between her trembling breasts, then flowing down her smooth abdomen and deep groin, even wetting her dark pubic hair into tangled clumps.

Liu Dazhuang saw that Xiao Yan was already bleeding profusely from the whip, groaning and panting pitifully, but refusing to utter a sound. He stepped forward, lifted her face, and stared intently into her eyes, threatening, "You filthy bitch, how does it feel to be whipped?"

Seeing that Xiao Yan remained silent, not even lifting her eyelids, he angrily grabbed her whip-bruised right breast. "Ah…" Xiao Yan cried out in pain.

Liu Dazhuang pinched and rubbed her swollen nipple violently, while simultaneously pulling and shaking Xiao Yan's disheveled hair with his other hand, shouting, "Speak! Who exactly is Nightingale? Where are your accomplices hiding? Tell me everything you know! Otherwise, I'll skin you alive!"

Xiao Yan trembled with pain, but she bit her lip tightly, twisting her neck to one side and lowering her eyes.

Seeing Xiao Yan's defiant attitude, Liu Dazhuang was instantly enraged. He let out a long, heavy breath, angrily released his grip, turned back to the rack of torture instruments, grabbed a thick, dark rubber rod about the thickness

of a rolling pin, returned to the rack, and raised it to smash it down on Xiao Yan's suspended, naked body. The rubber rod slammed heavily against Xiao Yan's round buttocks, making a series of dull thuds. In moments, Xiao Yan's smooth buttocks were covered in bruises, one side swollen high.

Seeing that Xiao Yan still showed no signs of yielding, Liu Dazhuang was practically going crazy with rage. He panted heavily, moved to the front, and swung the rubber rod horizontally

, smashing it down on Xiao Yan's soft, flat stomach. With a muffled "thud," Xiao Yan groaned, her neck limp as she threw her head back. With another "thud," Xiao Yan's pert breasts jerked violently, her black hair cascading down her chest, and her head drooped softly.

"You little slut, confess!" Liu Dazhuang roared, swinging Nan Bangguo again. With another muffled "plop," her flat stomach was covered in bruises. Xiao Yan's long, slender legs tensed violently, clamping shut with all her might. Several clear streams of fluid flowed down her inner thighs. The girl had lost control of her bladder under the inhumane torture.i=30> Liu Dazhuang showed no mercy. The dark Southern Kingdom slammed down again with a whoosh. Xiao Yan straightened her chest and neck, and gagged with a "uh". A thin stream of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Xiao Yan coughed a few times, and seeing Liu Dazhuang raise the Southern Border Kingdom sword again, she painfully closed her eyes, twisted her head sharply to the right, and opened her blood-dripping mouth, biting down hard on her right arm. A row of blood-stained teeth gripped her bare shoulder, marked with whip marks. She bit down hard on her flesh, seemingly oblivious to the pain, just to stifle the sobs that almost escaped her lips.

Seeing Xiao Yan's defiant stance, Liu Dazhuang trembled with rage, his teeth grinding together. He glared, raised his rubber baton high, and slammed it down hard on Xiao Yan's battered breasts.

With a crack, Hua Jianxiong threw away his cigarette butt, stomped on it, and slowly stood up. Liu Dazhuang's muscular shoulders trembled slightly, then immediately relaxed. He sensed the displeasure in Hua Jianxiong's cough and turned to look at his expression, holding the Nanbangguo. Seeing Hua Jianxiong's furrowed brows, he quickly lowered his raised arm and stood aside trembling with fear.

Hua Jianxiong strolled over, looked at the large stick in his hand, then glanced at the half-dead Xiao Yan hanging there, shook his head, and muttered a reprimand: "Impulsiveness is the devil!" Liu Dazhuang knew he had overplayed his hand, and reluctantly threw away the Nanbangguo, awkwardly retreating to the side, head bowed, speechless.

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