Despite going through such a cruel interrogation, the man's lips remained tightly zipped and uttered no truths.
Yun Tianyou slowly walked toward the man under the dim yellow lights and sized him up. He then sat with his legs crossed elegantly on a couch Li Hanlin had brought over. While his lean body languidly sank back into his seat, his delicate face revealed nothing except chilling solemnity.
Yes, he was a child, but none could overlook the fearsome air he exuded.
There was domination and severity in the depths of his eyes, and although he tried hard to restrain himself, the darkness, which seemed inherent in him, could not be completely concealed.
The lashings continued.
Sans his command, no one would stop it.
Gloom, shock, and dread pervaded the air inside the warehouse.
The boy's beautiful, half-lidded eyes, with only frigidity contained, made no contact whatsoever with the man's. He simply immersed himself in his own world in silence.
No matter how horrifying the man's screams sounded due to the unabated whipping, his eyes remained as calm, and unaffected, as the waves.
Gradually, the man stopped screaming. The agent slowly turned to his boss and said in a hushed voice, "Mr. Yun, he is silent now."
The calm and composed boy raised his eyes to regard the bloody man on the floor and asked with much chill, "Is he dead?"
"No. He just fainted from the pain."
"Oh." He nodded nonchalantly as his thin lips took on a cruel curve. "Wake him up."
Li Hanlin rushed to heed his order by having his men bring over a bucket of saltwater.
The poor man, who had just fainted from much torture, was then woken to reality by a splash of cold saltwater. Once more, the brutal torture resumed.
"Kill me! Kill me!"
The boy turned a deaf ear to his pleas and even appeared completely detached to what was happening before him. He did not even spare the man a look.
His silence continued until the man was knocked out for the second time.
The agent made his way to him and moved to inquire about their next move when he spoke, "Put him on the floor."
Li Hanlin placed him on the ground.
The boy lazily left the couch and sauntered over to the prone man. Kicking his body with some force, he confirmed to himself that the man had indeed fainted. His brows could not help creasing. "He is this tight-lipped?"
"He seems to be a professional killer and refuses to say anything. We've used all sorts of methods to make him sing, but he steadfastly spilled nothing."
He analyzed his facial features and said soberly, "It's him."
"He caused my older brother's arm to be in pain!" His lips pulled into a chilling curve. "He's not willing to say anything, hm? Fine. I'll play with him."
He then proceeded to give a spine-chilling order. "Attach his limbs on the wall."
"The wall… How?"
The few men standing at the side questioned.
The wall was bare and had nothing to fasten the man with. How should he be tied up there?
He glanced sideways and walked over to the one conducting this torture session. He took out a sharp dagger from his waist with his small hand. "Using this."
Everyone quaked in fear.
He meant to secure the man's limbs on the wall using daggers.
What a vicious method!
For a child to think of such a brutal method to interrogate someone was simply hair-raising.
His men dared not laze around and quickly did as per his order. Thinking that the daggers were insufficient to hold the man up, this lot brought over dowel pins.