322: Chapter 322: The Evil Young Master Liu Dingyang 322: Chapter 322: The Evil Young Master Liu Dingyang “I’ll leave Xiaoyu to you,” Tangyu said.
Xiaoyu sneered sinisterly and stomped down fiercely, imdiately a sound of breaking bones was heard.
Zhang Guoli was quite a figure as well; even with his ribs crushed, he managed to grit his teeth and refrain from crying out.
Tangyu walked aside, taking pleasure in so famous ancient paintings in the living room.
Despite being a commoner, he seed to have cultivated so refinent.
In terms of torture, Tangyu believed Xiaoyu was an expert.
He let him loosening the bones first; he himself would make a move later to see just how tough Zhang Guoli’s bones were.
“Crack!!!”
The sound of breaking bones resounded.
Although Tangyu didn’t like this sound, it was effective against such people.
In this world, there were many who weren’t afraid to die, but how many could withstand torture?
The taste of a life worse than death was definitely a thousand tis more unbearable than death.
Xiaoyu tornted him for a full three minutes and Zhang Guoli only let out a few faint cries of pain.
Seeing enough, Tangyu approached Zhang Guoli and signaled Xiaoyu to stop.
By then, Xiaoyu had broken every bone in Zhang Guoli’s arms and legs, along with a few ribs, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Zhang Guoli’s face was utterly pale, with beads of sweat and bulging veins making him look ferociously grotesque.
If it were soone else undergoing such torture, they would have spoken up long ago.
“Boss, this guy’s tough; if we don’t give him so strong dicine, he won’t speak,” Xiaoyu said coldly, a knife now in his hand.
Tangyu gestured with his hand, “We can’t kill him yet; we need to hand him over to the police.
Let handle it.”
“Hehe,” Xiaoyu chuckled, seeming to delight in the misfortune.
Tangyu squatted down, quite satisfied as he looked at Zhang Guoli, and said with a light smile, “I’ll give you one last chance.
Tell who’s behind you, and I can stop the torture.
Otherwise, I guarantee it will be a hundred tis more painful than now.” Tangyu’s words were mild but carried an undeniable authority.
Zhang Guoli didn’t doubt Tangyu’s words at all; he had already experienced the ans of this seemingly harmless young man, who could be absolutely demonic when furious.
Zhang Guoli’s face turned to ashen; he feared he could not escape his fate today.
However, as long as he didn’t die, and entered the police station, he believed he would be safe.
What did more injuries matter?
Last ti he had recovered fully from severe injuries in a short period.
With this belief, Zhang Guoli naturally wouldn’t speak.
“Hmph, kill if you want, but I won’t say anything,” Zhang Guoli scoffed coldly.
With a cold smile, Tangyu stopped talking, his fingers suddenly jabbing at Zhang Guoli’s body, yet this ti he only perford five or six quick manipulations and then stopped.
Zhang Guoli felt no change in his body, puzzlent flickering in his eyes.
Xiaoyu, standing by, displayed a look of unwilling pity as he gave Zhang Guoli a sympathetic glance.
“Xiaoyu, your turn,” Tangyu said.
“Hehe, sure, this will be fun,” Xiaoyu said excitedly, walking over.
Zhang Guoli was utterly bewildered, unclear about what the two intended to do, yet he felt no discomfort.
Suddenly, an intense pain exploded from the corner of his mouth and instantly spread throughout his body, making him cry out involuntarily.
With that cry, unbearable agony surged throughout his body.
The more he moved, the more he hurt.
Soon, Zhang Guoli was rolling on the ground, howling like a wolf.
“No need for to do anything now, not fun anymore,” Xiaoyu comnted, frowning slightly.
A small smile played on Tangyu’s lips; at this mont, he seed to transform from an angel into a demon, easily controlling life and death, subjecting others to existences worse than death.
When calm, he was an angel, and when enraged, he could also be a demon.
Except with won, he never suffered losses—that was his biggest revulsion and insult.
Anyone who provoked him surely faced dire consequences.
Xiaoyu clicked his tongue, feeling sowhat sympathetic towards Zhang Guoli now.
The boss’s thod, even the hardest of n couldn’t resist; it was the most effective interrogation technique.
This thod enhanced the pain receptors in the body by a hundred or even a thousand tis.
Whether it was being hit or just moving slightly provoked intense pain, further magnifying it a hundred tis.
As pain triggered movent and movent increased the pain, it created a vicious cycle, making the pain unbearable.
Even the torture before had not made Zhang Guoli cry out, but now he was howling in agony, rolling on the ground.
Only then did Zhang Guoli understand the terror of Tangyu; he was even more demonic than a real demon.
The pain was sothing he had never experienced in his life, truly giving him a taste of a fate worse than death.
Enduring such pain, he genuinely wanted to die, but he lacked even the capacity to kill himself.
This kind of pain, not personally experienced, was unthinkable and indescribable.
The pain made Zhang Guoli think about surrendering, and it intensified as ti passed.
Several tis, Zhang Guoli opened his mouth, thinking about confessing.
But every ti he thought of a certain face, Zhang Guoli shivered violently and swallowed the words on the brink of escape.
Most importantly, he clung to the thought that as long as he didn’t die, he still had a chance to live.
No matter the severity of the injuries, he could fully recover.
It was this strong belief that made him repeatedly shut his mouth tightly, his lips even breaking and bleeding.
Moreover, he had family; if he confessed, Zhang Guoli knew his entire family would face terrible consequences.
For himself and for his family, he had to keep his mouth shut; as long as he never spoke, he believed Tangyu couldn’t do much and would have to hand him over to the police.
Once with the police, he naturally had ways to get out.
This strong belief repeatedly suppressed his thoughts of surrender.
“Boss, this old guy is really tough.
I hate people like that.
If it were up to , I’d have killed him straight away,” Xiaoyu said, annoyed.
“Good things take ti.
If Zhang Guoli easily opened his mouth, he wouldn’t have reached his position.
Don’t worry, we have ti and techniques, this is just the beginning,” Tangyu said.
“Hehe, the boss is really sothing,” Xiaoyu said in admiration.
After a good five minutes, Zhang Guoli was tortured beyond recognition, a sight too pitiful to behold, yet he endured it ti and again, clenching his teeth and refusing to speak.
However, he was already at his limit, his will and expression becoming delusional, the pain numbing him.
Tangyu’s lips curled up.
It didn’t matter if he didn’t speak; Tangyu had his own ways, and now the opportunity had co.
Tangyu crouched down, his fingers weaving before Zhang Guoli’s eyes, simultaneously initiating the Art of Hypnosis.
His fingers moved through the air with a magical technique, and Zhang Guoli’s already listless eyes began to emptily follow, gradually quieting him down.
Tangyu smiled; his hypnosis had succeeded.
For soone like Zhang Guoli, whose ntal resilience was exceptional, direct hypnosis would have been ineffective.
Hypnotism is really just a minor supplentary technique, generally used to calm patients.
If it were an ordinary person, such hypnosis might be sowhat effective, but against soone like Zhang Guoli, it was useless.
So, Tangyu first had to destroy Zhang Guoli’s will, then dominate strongly, which naturally beca much easier.
However, Tangyu also had to push his hypnosis skills to the limit to successfully hypnotize Zhang Guoli.
“Hypnotism, hehe, boss is aweso, this move is perfect,” Xiaoyu exclaid, his eyes wide, grinning broadly.
“Who are you working for?” Tangyu asked directly.
“Young Master Yang,” ca Zhang Guoli’s chanical reply.
“Young Master Yang?
Who is Young Master Yang?” Tangyu’s eyebrows slightly raised.
“Evil Young Master Liu Dingyang,” Zhang Guoli replied.
Tangyu’s eyebrows rose again.
Evil Young Master Liu Dingyang, he hadn’t heard of him.
Among the most dazzling young people in Donglin City, there was no such person.
However, anyone daring to claim the title of Evil Young Master must be significant.
Tangyu looked at Xiaoyu.
Xiaoyu said, “He’s the elder son of the Liu Family, beneath the Five Young Masters of Donglin, there are several young talents with significant reputations.
They are Crazy Young Master Sun Wukong, Evil Young Master Liu Dingyang, Devil Young Master Feng Nan, and Wise Young Master Qian Zhenyan.
Among these four, only Evil Young Master Liu Dingyang’s family power is the weakest, not ranking among Donglin City’s major families.
However, the Liu Family also holds significant influence.
Whether in the lawful, unlawful, or business spheres, they have so foundation.
This Evil Young Master Liu Dingyang is definitely not a simple character.”
That made Tangyu understand better.
Since he was on par with Sun Wukong, then he wasn’t soone simple.
Moreover, to be called Evil Young Master despite his family not having strong power ant this person’s influence must be imnse, probably not less than that of Sun Wukong.
Tangyu had dealt with Sun Wukong before and knew that one only gains such a reputation by displaying true capability.
It made sense for such a person to be involved in substantial behind-the-scenes actions.
However, Tangyu still had an inkling that there was more to it.
If Yin dical Sect intended to take control, would they choose a power that couldn’t handle a large scene?
“Who cured your poison?” Tangyu asked again.
Zhang Guoli shook his head, “I don’t know.
Young Master Yang took to et soone, but I was blindfolded from start to finish, I truly don’t know who it was.
However, I feel—it seed like a woman.”
“A woman!” Tangyu was montarily stunned, the first person who ca to his mind was Doctor Xiao from Bi Yue Pavilion.
Yet, he shook his head, feeling it was too hasty to conclude that.
A person from Yin dical Sect wouldn’t likely act so openly.
Now, the mystery should be approached through Evil Young Master Liu Dingyang.
Although there was so achievent today, Tangyu had a new target.
This Liu Dingyang must have a connection with Yin dical Sect.
However, Tangyu was also sowhat troubled; he was already in a passive position now, as his identity might have already been exposed to the Yin dical Sect.
The opponent was hidden while he was exposed; investigating this matter would likely be very difficult.
Yet, the greater the challenge, the more it spurred Tangyu’s fighting spirit.
Even if he was exposed, he must expose Yin dical Sect.
“Humph, having taken down Zhang Guoli and destroyed that factory, it remains to be seen whether Yin dical Sect can still hold its ground.
If they co to directly, that would save the trouble of finding them,” Tangyu thought coldly to himself, feeling the urge to strengthen his own forces quickly, sensing that a storm was fast approaching.
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