At this time, Pei Xi held a rough leather whip in his hand and stood in one of the caves in the three-story prison room. It was dark all around, and a half-burned candle was lit in the right corner at the end of the cave.

The "dark hole" of seven or eight square meters has a little vitality.

Pei Xi turned his back to the cell door and faced in, staring at the innermost wall of the cave with a green and black face. His chest was rising and falling, but he was still stable. There was a person nailed to the wall, and the palm of his hand was pierced by a steel nail.

Both wrists were handcuffed to the wall with clavicle keys.

It has been ten years. This man has been handcuffed here for ten years without moving an inch. The flesh and blood on his wrists have long been festered. His empty belly and bone-like thighs are just white bones wrapped in dry skin. But this man

Still breathing, no sign of death.

Seeing him like this, Pei Xi whipped him hard several more times, and his skin was immediately cut to the bone. Pei Xi gasped for breath.

"Are you worse than me?" the man nailed to the wall spoke, his eyes had long been blind, and the wrinkled brown-black eyelids were sunken according to the eye contours.

"What did you say?" Pei analyzed.

"Haha," a loud voice burst out laughing from the man's throat, "Why are you worse than me? You seem to be about to die."

Pei Jin sneered coldly and said, "I will definitely live longer than you."

The man laughed dryly: "It's been ten years and you're not as good as him. Now that he's dead, you can't get anything out of me."

But with a sharp sound, Pei Xi's whip hit the man's face hard, and half of the flesh and blood fell off the man's face, exposing his teeth, and the man screamed in pain.

"Don't compare me to that pervert Donghua! Do you really think I want to get something out of you?" Pei Xi laughed. The man stopped his roar in horror and listened to Pei Xi's words. "Why?

, after all these years, you still don’t want to die? Do you still want to live? Are you still so afraid of death?" The leather whip stuck to the flesh dragged on the ground, and Pei Xi turned around and prepared to go out.

"Wait!" the man said tremblingly. Pei Xi stopped and waited for the man to continue, "Don't you want to know something more from my mouth?"

Pei Xi smiled and said, "You are the only one left on this floor." When the man heard that, his whole body went limp, and his cracked insteps dragged on the ground. "All the people he captured died." Pei Xi said word by word, "

You have to hold on, otherwise who would I play with?"

"Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you anything, I'll tell you anything." The man said sarcastically, with a face of pain and embarrassment.

Pei Xi sneered, and the man hurriedly said: "I really have a lot of things to say about your master Donghua! I know it all! I am his workman!"

"I know everything about him." Pei analyzed.

"No, there must be something you don't know, there must be something you don't know! He has a son..." The man said in a loud voice, and blood had already begun to pour out from inside.

"He has a son." Pei Xi lowered his voice.

"He...he...you...how did you know..." the man said tremblingly, as if he was trying to squeeze tears out of his dry eyes.

"Is there anything else I don't know?"

"Still...still...and..." The man's liver was about to burst, "I know where his son is, I know."

"Is there any more?" Pei Xi asked.

I saw the man's chapped lips parted, making a hiccup sound.

"Is there any more?" Pei Xi asked again, "No more." Pei Xi said for him. He swung the whip and whipped off the man's head. The head that rolled on the ground was still struggling hard and said: "I

There are still people who know... I still have..." He finally died.

The moment Pei Xi put away his whip and walked out of the cell and closed the cell door, he looked back until the cell door was closed tightly. Pei Xi stood in the wide corridor, and there was no one in the hundred cells behind him.

Living creature. He grasped the whip in his hand tightly and could not relax for a moment. It took him ten years to interrogate all the prisoners and prisoners left by Donghua. From now on, he has the most secret information in Dongling and other countries.

Even the interrogation department guarded by Duan Jingbo himself cannot have as many spies as he has here.

Pei Xi couldn't help but feel chilled. How capable his master Donghua was back then, collecting so many details to do things for himself. Ten years ago, after Donghua's death, Pei Xi tried his best to secretly recall and secretly arrest Donghua.

There were nearly a hundred people sent out to serve as agents. From then on, Pei Xi imprisoned all of them to provide information for him.

He knew that if Donghua's masterpieces were kept floating outside, it would be a big problem. If any country got it, the consequences would be disastrous. Fortunately, Ji Zhong helped Pei Xi hide the news of Donghua's death, so that all his masterpieces were recovered. He knew that he was

An elite trained by Donghua. But when he interrogated Donghua's details over the years, he realized that Donghua's methods were extremely brilliant and he was far behind.

The more he was interrogated, the more afraid he became, and the more he feared the more interrogated he was. He felt that he would never be able to catch up with his master. So Pei Xi intensified the interrogation, day and night. Until today, his panic was finally over, and he knew all about Donghua.

Things he could know. It was only today that he felt that he had control over the entire prison department for the first time. The previous unworthy of the name and restlessness were all gone today.

Pei Xi glanced into the corridor again and took a deep breath. He had no chance to get any other useful information from them. Pei Xi frowned with a knife-like Sichuan pattern on his eyebrows, and he became nervous again.

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He walked out of the corridor and followed the steps to the prison cell on the fourth floor underground. Due to the tension just now, Pei Xi's lips turned purple. He quickly rushed into any cell on the fourth floor, locked the door, and stayed inside with all his strength.

He waved his whip and roared wildly. When he was on the third floor, Pei Xi didn't say a word. Most of the prisoners on the fourth floor were the prisoners he had captured over the years, and some were escorted by the Military and Political Department and the Hearing Department. They could be locked up on the fourth floor.

In the cell room, the spiritual power is on the upper level. Not only are the prisoner's hands cuffed by the clavicle key, but his feet and waist are also tightly clamped by the clavicle key.

Pei Xi didn't care who the opponent was, but just slapped him hard until the opponent's waist was almost broken by him, and then he stopped. Pei Xi came out of the cell room with his waist hunched and panting. His physical strength was almost exhausted here.

In succession, Pei Xi entered three more rooms, all venting his anger.

By the time he came out of the fourth cell, he was covered in sweat and could no longer stand. Pei Xi sat down on the ground. His hands, which had been shaking slightly because of nervousness, were now weak due to excessive venting. His hands

He collapsed on the ground, losing a bit of the majesty of the chief executive. He exhaled loudly. The people and things on this level were all captured by him during his years in office. He finally gained confidence and relieved his tension.

After a long time, Pei Xi got up from the ground. He walked through the steps and walked to the deepest part of the prison, the fifth floor of the cell. Only the warden had the authority to open this place, and no detective had the authority or ability to open it.
Chapter completed!