"I... I really don't know."
Through the walkie-talkie, Meng Jingwei could tell that Song Jun's voice was trembling from the torture.
She frowned with a complicated expression, resting her elbow on the table to prop up her chin. She casually picked up a mahjong tile and began drawing cards, feigning a relaxed demeanor.
"You won't say? Song Jun is quite the tough nut to crack," Meng Jingwei's red lips curved into a smile. "Perhaps he really doesn't know. However, Antina, your interest is quite peculiar. Not questioning the principal party, but an insignificant person. Truly interesting."
Although Meng Jingwei was worried about Song Jun, she couldn't show it too obviously. Even if it was an act, she had to maintain it.
As her words fell, Antina raised her European-style eyebrows, "I don't believe what you say."
With that, she tilted her head to look at Xiao Cheng. "Shreke, tell me, what punishment is the most painful?"
Xiao Cheng lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, musing, "Of course, adding salt to a wound is the most painful."
'Adding salt to a wound' was merely a metaphor.
However, he wasn't speaking metaphorically.
"Oh, Shreke, you are so wicked." Antina laughed heartily and said to the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie, "Did you hear that?"
"Yes, young lady."
The person on the other end responded.
Meng Jingwei said nothing more, merely glancing at Xiao Cheng with a calm gaze. A faint smile still played on her lips, making it impossible to fathom her thoughts.
Let alone Xiao Cheng, even Antina and Han Junyan found it difficult to read Meng Jingwei's mind.
To them, Meng Jingwei was just a young girl from the countryside. Even with some background, she had ultimately never experienced the grand affairs of the world.
But now, her composure was truly impressive.
"Ah!!!"
A moment later, a sharp scream echoed from the walkie-talkie, piercing the eardrums. "It hurts, it hurts... I... I don't know, I really don't know."
"Such a tough mouth, still refusing to speak. Continue." Antina said, placing the walkie-talkie on a nearby chair. She then smiled at Meng Jingwei, "Let's continue playing mahjong. My luck is good today, I'm in great form."
She was employing psychological tactics, trying to see how much Meng Jingwei could endure.
"Luck is merely an enhancement; strength is the foundation," Meng Jingwei retorted.
The four of them resumed their mahjong game.
During the game, the continuous screams of Song Jun could be heard, sending chills down their spines.
Whenever Meng Jingwei looked up, she could clearly see Song Jun being tortured. Therefore, she only looked at Antina and paid no attention to Song Jun in the interrogation room.
Thinking of this, Meng Jingwei suddenly noticed something:
Why were they so interested in her relationship with Qing Muye?
They clearly knew it was she who released the information yesterday, leading to Song Jun's capture.
Yet, Antina was still interrogating her about the reason for her breakup with Qing Muye.
If it were merely curiosity, Meng Jingwei found the reason quite absurd and unconvincing.
After all, Antina, Xiao Cheng, and Han Junyan did not seem like idle individuals who would waste their time here.
The more she thought about it, the more it chilled her.
Meng Jingwei suddenly felt that she was shouldering a greater secret.
The mahjong game continued, and the torment of Song Jun did not cease.
"Young lady, he's unconscious."
A voice came from the walkie-talkie.
Antina calmly placed a 'five of wan' on the table and picked up the walkie-talkie. "If he's unconscious, find a way to wake him up."
Thus, this round of mahjong continued from morning until noon.
Antina didn't manage to get any answers. Her temper flared, and she suddenly swept away all the mahjong tiles in front of her, slamming the table in anger and rising to her feet. "Damn it, I refuse to believe I can't handle a mere subordinate."
With a grim expression, she turned and entered the interrogation room.
Xiao Cheng glanced at Han Junyan opposite him, then his gaze drifted to Meng Jingwei. "Aren't you going in to see an old friend?"
Old friend?
Only now did Meng Jingwei understand that the 'old friend' Xiao Cheng was referring to was Song Jun.
"I've only met Song Jun a handful of times. If this can be called an old friend, then what are you and Han Junyan?" Meng Jingwei retorted sarcastically in a cold tone, getting up and walking around Xiao Cheng to follow him into the interrogation room.
Han Junyan's eyelids drooped slightly, his eyes as calm as a stagnant well.
The two of them also followed.
As soon as she walked in, Meng Jingwei was assailed by a strong smell of blood and a suffocating odor.
It was likely that Song Jun had lost control of his bladder after various tortures.
Upon closer inspection, Meng Jingwei truly understood what it meant to be 'covered in wounds.'
The Song Jun she usually saw, while not overwhelmingly handsome, was still a man of distinguished appearance.
But at this moment, in front of her, there wasn't a single undamaged spot on his body. His entire face was covered in scars and bloodstains, and his eyes were so swollen that he couldn't open them.
This was a scene of misery that Meng Jingwei had never witnessed before.
There was a kind of wretchedness that words could not describe.
Antina crossed her arms and kicked a bodyguard. "Useless. Can't even get a single question out?"
The bodyguard was kicked to the ground but quickly got back up. "Young lady, spare me. He's just a tough bone. Unless you use extreme methods."
"What extreme methods? As long as it gets the interrogation done, that's fine."
"Yes, yes, young lady."
The bodyguard nodded vigorously and quickly turned to leave.
Meng Jingwei looked at Song Jun before her, her heart aching and her spirit tormented.
Suddenly, Antina placed an arm around her neck. "You've known Qing Muye for so long, does he only have such useless people around him?"
Meng Jingwei slowly turned her head, her obsidian-like eyes gazing at Antina. A subtle curve formed on her red lips. "I've only known him for less than two years. How would I know? Antina, you're making things difficult for me."
"You don't know either? Tsk, tsk, tsk. That's truly unfortunate. Song Jun is suffering today, but tomorrow, it will be Qing Muye who suffers." Antina deliberately revealed information to Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei asked, "So, I'm very curious, what exactly did Qing Muye do to offend you that you would treat him so harshly?"
She couldn't think of any reason. If she had to give a reason, it would probably be Xiao Cheng.
Indeed, Antina snorted coldly, "He deserves to die for daring to make my beloved suffer."
The reason was very perfunctory.
If he truly deserved to die, why not just kill him directly? Why be so hesitant?
"Whoever committed the deed is responsible. Why implicate innocent people?"
"Innocent? If Qing Muye is the mastermind, then he is an accomplice, and he deserves to die even more."
"That makes sense. Since they both deserve to die, why not kill them all? And why coerce me to come here?"
Sensing that Antina was becoming somewhat agitated, Meng Jingwei immediately seized the opportunity to ask, hoping to elicit some information.
After she spoke, expecting to pry some words from Antina, she was surprised when Antina remained silent for a long time.
Antina's fingers, resting on Meng Jingwei's shoulder, tapped lightly. "They're all dead, and someone has to collect the bodies. I don't want them to dirty my place."