Chapter 648

ncomfortable—Shiyi and Ye Wei both couldn’t stand Ji Bing’s presence.Before his wedding to Xiao Bai, Ji Bing stayed at a hotel. At night, Xiao Bai sent him back; he was in low spirits, so she told jok...Chapter 648

Moyao could see a blind spot from the vent, which was someone blocking his view when he used the X-ray glasses earlier. These few people were gathered to interrogate someone else, naturally blocking anyone behind them.

Now that they had dispersed, Moyao noticed there was another person imprisoned behind them. The X-ray glasses could only show body outlines and couldn't identify who it was. Moyao switched the lens. A special forces member was locked up separately in a prison cell, wearing grey-blue long-sleeved shirt and pants, covered in bloodstains. There was an overhead spotlight shining a strong beam of light on the floor center, and he hid in the shadows, facing them sideways with his head buried between his knees. Even without night vision goggles, Moyao likely wouldn't know who it was. From observing this person's behavior, Moyao could tell that they had been interrogated many times before; their body posture indicated a state of protection, which also seemed to be one that didn't consume much energy. The person was conserving his body resources, trying to survive as long as possible.

Their hair was messy and tangled like hay, sweat and blood nearly sticking it all together in disarray. Moyao couldn’t tell if this person was Xiaobai or not; however, he dared not move. Judging from the figure, they were quite similar, except that this one appeared slightly thinner. Moyao held his breath, hoping the man would lift his head to take a look; but he kept his head down as if he hadn't heard them.

The few people cursed again, yet there was still no reaction from him. The one-eyed man couldn’t hold on any longer and fainted onto the electric chair. In fact, prisoners who had been tortured to this extent should have already been executed; allowing them a dignified death made more sense since they had been imprisoned for so long that all interrogations were done, and numerous skilled interrogators had questioned them. If nothing could be extracted now, then it was impossible to get anything further.

The Mafia never established such interrogation prisons; Moyue disliked this method because he felt it wasted time and resources. Whatever information he needed, he would investigate himself or question the captured person directly—without cooperation, a gunshot ended their life without any delay. Apart from some personal reasons or sudden ideas of sadism, members of the Mo family rarely tortured people like this.

Interrogation did exist in the Mafia with various methods to torment captives, but if nothing could be obtained after one round of questioning, it was better to kill rather than continue torturing fruitlessly.

The sight before him seemed endless rounds of pointless suffering. Perhaps they all knew that no more information could be extracted, yet they wouldn’t allow the person to die; this was quite cruel. Wu Shuang asked Moyao why he hadn't come out yet, but from too close a distance, Moyao didn't answer.

Wu Shuang also sensed something amiss; perhaps, Moyao had found Xiaobai already.

Two special forces soldiers picked up the man from the electric chair and threw him into his cell as if he were trash. The man passed out, lying still on the ground. This clearly was part of their nightly routine - they had to torment someone before going to sleep every day.

One of the soldiers said, "That brat, I can't stand looking at him."

Moyao frowned and clenched his fists tightly. One of them opened the cell door and dragged out a person hiding in the shadows, throwing him onto the electric chair. The man's head was tilted to one side, showing only his slender neck. Moyao noticed a spray-like blood stain on his chest; his clothes were tattered but he wasn't missing any limbs, which somewhat reassured Moyao. Although he hadn't lost any limbs, there were numerous wounds on his body - two obvious knife injuries on his thighs and a spraying bloodstain on the chest area that might be from a gunshot wound. Compared to other prisoners, he was in better condition but clearly half-dead. In just over a fortnight, he had become much thinner, his sharp chin frighteningly visible. A young special forces soldier punched him on the head; blood spurted out of his mouth and he finally reacted, twisting his body in protest. His hair was suddenly grabbed, "Big star, how long are you going to keep this up Speak! What's your relationship with the mafia How much do you know"

Moyao’s breathing became quick and heavy; Wu Shuang called out several times but Moyao didn’t answer. His blood flowed backwards and Wu Shuang received a message that they had found Xiao Bai.

Xiao Bai slightly opened his eyes, he was the only prisoner who still retained consciousness. The light in his eyes was frightening, as he grinned and leaned forward to ask, "Do you want to know... hahaha, I won't tell you."

"Brat!" Another punch sent Xiao Bai’s face tilting; blood sprayed out of his mouth like a slow-motion scene. Moyao's eyes contracted in pain. With closed eyes, Xiao Bai stopped talking and protected himself with all his might.

During their childhood training, they had annual self-defense projects, and Xiao Bai trained the most because Ye Wei believed that he was more likely to be captured than his siblings; thus she taught him how to protect himself during interrogations and torture, delaying time for rescue. That’s why he still retained consciousness.

The whip soaked in chili oil burned like a dragon spitting flames on his body. Xiao Bai, restrained on the electric chair with hands tied behind his back, tried to protect his delicate face as much as possible since such whippings wouldn’t hit vital spots; thus, he protected his beautiful little face to the maximum extent, even finding some pleasure in it by thinking that at least his eyes weren't gouged out and his appearance wasn't destroyed - he was still a handsome guy... Enduring pain isn't difficult.

Really, for Xiao Bai, it felt too light.

Compared to the slap from his older brother, this was nothing but a fart.

The whip cracked, and the sharp blade pressed against his throat. Even though Mo Xiaobai was half-dead from being beaten, he remained proud until death. That sarcastic smile clearly said that if they wanted to kill him, they would have done it long ago. There was no need for such pretense. The man angrily stabbed the dagger into Mo Xiaobai's shoulder, piercing through it. Despite his extreme pride, Mo Xiaobai did not utter a sound even in this situation; his tense body almost snapped the chains binding him. Blood trickled down from the electric chair, and someone's tongue ambiguously licked across his face. With all of his mental focus on resisting the pain, he no longer cared about such disgusting sensations. His body was rigid and numb, hardly his own anymore. The man chuckled ambiguously in Mo Xiaobai’s ear, saying something unknown. Mo Xiaobai's eyes widened before slowly calming down again.

Blood dripped from his wrists as they gathered around him, discussing something unknown. Mo Xiaobai was unconscious on the electric chair; during the discussion, someone turned on the switch of the electric chair. Horrible current surged through his body, tormenting him awake to feel excruciating pain.

Unconsciousness, wakefulness, unconsciousness, wakefulness… repeated back and forth...

Miaobai never made a sound throughout this torture. After six repetitions, the electric shock didn’t wake him up this time. One of them said, "Increase it."

"If we increase it anymore, he’ll be dead. Our superiors said to keep him alive no matter what.

F*ck, why is this kid so stubborn" The man kicked Mo Xiaobai and said, "Pour water on him to wake him up."

Even the terrible electric current couldn't wake him; how could a little water do it Mo Xiaobai remained motionless. They thought it was time to end their night's entertainment, so they dragged him to throw him into prison. He quietly lay under that beam of bright light, covered in blood. One person came in and tore off his clothes, applying medicine to stop the bleeding on his shoulder — simple first aid treatment. Although they could torture people however they wanted, they couldn’t allow them to die. Mo Xiaobai was obviously half-dead already; if ignored, he would have bled to death from the punctured wound. The person stopped the bleeding reluctantly, kicking him like a dead dog before closing and locking the door. Underneath Xiao Bai lay a pool of blood mixed with water, forming a shallow red puddle on the ground.

Miao Yao felt this was the hardest moment he had ever endured in his life; every second passed by agonizingly slowly, wishing it would all end quickly and those people gone.

The precious thing he held dear was being treated so cruelly, and there was nothing he could do about it as he helplessly watched. He wanted to punch through the barrier to hold him close and protect him from anyone else's touch.

Moyao waited quietly with his eyes firmly fixed on Xiaobai. Xiaobai remained motionless under the strong light, clearly unconscious. The other prisoners showed no reaction; they were evidently used to such spectacles in this urban novel-like setting, preoccupied with their own survival.

The special forces soldiers smoked cigarettes, chatted idly, and flirted around. Moyao didn't pay attention to their idle chatter but quietly observed, memorizing each person's face deeply in his mind as the underground prison remained quiet.

He wouldn't let any of them off the hook; those who had tormented Xiaobai would suffer a hundredfold for it. Death was too simple.

The ordeal finally ended, and they left the prison, locking the door behind them. Moyao watched as they departed.

"Wuzhuang, count how many of them have left."

Five minutes later, Wuzhuang reported, "Nine people."

"Good. Maintain alertness; I'm going down," Moyao said. All nine had left, including the guard from the uppermost level. It appeared they hadn't posted anyone for the night watch, perhaps too confident.

"Understood." Wuzhuang replied solemnly, then asked, "Is Xiaobai alright"

Moyao didn't answer, nor did Wuzhuang press further; she knew it wasn't good. Moyao opened the vent window and slid down along the rope before restoring the vent to its original state. Among the inmates, only one was conscious, crawling towards the bars and shouting for help. Moyao made a gesture for silence, and slowly, tears streaming down his face, he quieted.he shortest time possible. Do you know which organization's management model and strength is most similar to that of M2"This was beyond doubt—the Mafia, Longmen, and the Mexican mafia.In this vast wor...