Chapter 151 Desperate Measures

It was a little after two in the afternoon when Su Tianyu, along with Lao Hei and Hou Guoyu, urgently returned to The Dragon City Rises.

…

Manchester, in an interrogation room on the second floor of a detached building.

Old Yang, with his humble origins, was not afforded any special treatment. He had been stripped naked, his arms hung from iron chains on the ceiling, his body in a semi-suspended state, with only the tips of his toes able to barely touch the ground.

Four European men, wearing shirts with their sleeves rolled up, stood next to Old Yang, holding various instruments of torture.

Old Yang was nearly half-dead from the torment. He had been drugged and physically abused. Even his testicles had been clamped with electric shock pads.

Blood trickled down his cheeks as Old Yang convulsed in pain.

Zhang Baofeng sat in a chair, watching him. "So, you still won't talk? What's your relationship with Lu Feng? Is it really necessary to go this far?!"

Old Yang hung his head, not responding.

Zhang Baofeng walked up to Old Yang, hands behind his back, his face grim. "Are you and Lu Feng related by blood? Why are you willing to die to protect him?"

Old Yang slowly raised his head, blood still flowing from the scar on his forehead.

Zhang Baofeng stared at him. "I've already told you, as long as you confess, nothing will happen to you. Your Changqing branch will also receive a sum of money and will be managed by a unified department in the future. Isn't that a satisfactory price? What do you want? Tell me yourself!"

Old Yang looked at him and retorted, "If I… if I confess… what will you use to convict Lu Feng?"

Zhang Baofeng was stunned.

"I'll be fine?! You want to confirm that Lu Feng is engaged in espionage in his district. Who is he working for? I'm one of the main offenders… If you don't prosecute me first, how can you prosecute Lu Feng? Do you think I'm an idiot?" Old Yang spat out a mouthful of blood. "You're wasting your time. I won't say anything!"

Zhang Baofeng gritted his teeth and grabbed Old Yang's neck. "So, you want to die!"

"Watch my lips!" Old Yang gasped and raised his head, cursing clearly, "Wo cao ni ma! Did you understand that?"

Zhang Baofeng's face flushed red.

"Do you know what jianghu (martial world) loyalty is?! Do you know what righteousness is?! Do you think I'll agree to be recruited by just anyone who talks to me? Lu Feng is my friend, understand?" Old Yang looked at Zhang Baofeng. "I may not be much, but I'm still a leader of a hui (organization), with thousands of Hua workers under me! I don't believe you dare to kill me!"

"Heh!" Zhang Baofeng squeezed Old Yang's neck hard. "You really have a tough mouth!"

"No… no choice!" Old Yang's face was flushed from being strangled, and he replied in a hoarse voice, "If I didn't have a good set of teeth, how could I have built such a large business in Manchester?!"

"Bang, bang, bang…!"

Zhang Baofeng punched Old Yang in the mouth several times.

Walnut-sized blood splatters flew out, densely covering the ground. Old Yang's body was hoisted up, swinging back and forth, and he passed out.

Zhang Baofeng shook the blood off his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Continue to drug him. Use anti-espionage interrogation equipment and find a technician to extract his confession!"

"Yes!" someone replied.

…

Five minutes later.

Zhang Baofeng left the interrogation room, picked up the phone, and dialed the number of his superiors.

In the office of the director of the Fifth Division of the Central Bureau in Washington, a middle-aged man of mixed Chinese-American descent picked up the phone. "Hello, Xiao Zhang!"

"Director Gwen, I'm encountering some resistance here. Old Yang of the Changqing branch is much tougher than we thought. He refuses to confess to engaging in espionage with Lu Feng," Zhang Baofeng said, his brow furrowed. "I'm preparing to use drugs."

"The video of his confession needs to be processed, preferably synthesized, so the prosecution doesn't discover that he confessed to his crimes while under the influence of drugs," Gwen said, crossing his legs. "Because the court doesn't approve of this interrogation method, it will be very troublesome to operate."

"Yes, I understand!"

"How are the negotiations with Wu Boxin going?" Gwen asked.

"Almost done. That old fox compromised after his son appeared."

"Okay, I'll go to Manchester after my meetings in the next few days. I'll leave it to you to handle over there."

"Yes, sir!"

"That's all!"

The two ended the call. Gwen, dressed in a crisp military uniform, got up and walked to the vanity mirror.

Gwen, whose real name was Chen Zhenhua, was thirty-six years old this year. His father was a high-ranking official in the Chinese Legion, while his mother was a native of Zone One.

Chen Zhenhua was of mixed blood, and his parents were both good-looking, so even though he was middle-aged, he still looked very charming. Furthermore, because of his family connections, he had been continuously promoted in the intelligence department.

Don't underestimate the position of director of the Central Bureau! First of all, it is difficult for ordinary Chinese to be appointed here, because the Central Bureau is the intelligence core of the entire Zone One, with an administrative level that surpasses units like the Qingyi Bureau. Therefore, "bloodline purity" is emphasized here.

If Chen Zhenhua were not of mixed blood, it would be difficult for him to climb to this position.

Moreover, the subordinate units of the Central Bureau are all at the division level. It is very difficult for a man in his thirties to become the head of this place. First of all, his connections and abilities must be very outstanding.

Chen Zhenhua's personality was rather unique. He didn't like outsiders calling him by his Chinese name. People in the unit also called him Gwen. Furthermore, in order to conceal his black hair, he went to the barber shop to dye it every day. In short, he was constantly thinking about how to sever ties and draw a clear line with the Chinese Legion.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to rise all the way up!

After finishing the call, Chen Zhenhua left the unit by car to attend a meeting at headquarters.

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The Dragon City Rises.

The Action Division of the All-Systems Bureau extracted four men from a special prison, two white men and two Chinese.

The car sped all the way back to the All-Systems Bureau headquarters.

A little after four in the afternoon.

A white man was escorted to the interrogation room and looked up at Lao Hei.

"Let him sit," Lao Hei ordered indifferently.

Two officers from the Action Division stepped forward and pressed the white man to sit down.

"I remember you can understand Chinese, right?" Lao Hei asked.

The white man hesitated and nodded slowly.

"No other requirements, just make a call to your home country," Lao Hei got up, took the phone, and stepped forward. "Tell your superiors directly that if they mess around and ignore the legal clauses, and insist on detaining our deputy director, then things will get troublesome."

The white man looked up at him, not saying a word.

Lao Hei bent down. "The Dragon City Rises is not like other places. We have the final say on the judicial process here. If Zone Two insists on detaining our deputy director! Then you will be executed, but the reason announced to the public will be that you didn't obey prison management and chose to commit suicide! Do you understand?"

…

The Dragon City Rises, the An residence.

An Qiqi came down in camouflage sportswear, picked up a document, and handed it to her father. "Dad, take a look at this!"