C2 Torture

"Cheng Haonan, to think that you're the boss of Snake Group. Is that all you've got?"

Tian Yangsheng raised his head coldly and pulled up the scar on his wound, sucking in a breath of cold air.

There was no anger or resentment in his weak appearance. He just quietly questioned Cheng Haonan, who was standing in front of him.

Cheng Haonan took the cigarette out of his mouth and stubbed it out on the ground. He looked at Tian Yangsheng, who was completely fine, and was a little surprised. Although the dosage was not large, this medicine was tested on everyone and never went wrong.

The man next to him gingerly leaned forward and asked if he wanted another injection.

Cheng Haonan saw the beads of sweat on Tian Yangsheng's forehead and waved his hand, signaling everyone to go down. He stayed alone in the basement with Tian Yangsheng.

"Tian Yangsheng, tell me who your employer is. There's only me here, no one else, and you don't want to go through this again."

"F * ck off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

His voice was very soft, as if there was no strength in it at all.

Cheng Haonan was right. That strange injection was driving him crazy. It was not just a physical torture, but also a mental torture.

He knew that his body had the ability to withstand the first needle, but not the second.

Glancing around the airless basement, the smile on his lips was sad, his head bowed as if he had lost all strength. He thought he saw his future, a pile of mossy bones.

"It's fine." Cheng Haonan grabbed Tian Yangsheng's hair and forced him to raise his head. His eyes were as cold as if he was looking at prey. "We still have a long time. We'll talk when you think it through, but when I think of you again will depend on your luck. I hope you're still alive by then."

Letting go of his hand, Cheng Haonan looked at the sweat on Tian Yangsheng's head with disgust. He turned around and left without any hesitation.

The footsteps got further and further away, and finally, the sound of the iron door and chains could be heard.

Tian Yangsheng struggled to raise his head and leaned against the back of the chair. Even his breathing was surprisingly labored.

His body really hurt. The prickling pain had gradually turned into an indescribable soreness and itchiness. No wonder no one could endure it.

If only he hadn't taken on this job, Tian Yangsheng thought. Maybe he could still watch the news broadcast at home with his siblings.

"What do you mean by washing my hands and quitting after I finish this job?" These words were simply a flag.

Cheng Haonan, other than having a good, innocent face, was famous for his ruthlessness in the industry. It was still unknown when he would think of her.

However, even if Cheng Haonan thought of her, what could he do? If he told his employer, he would only die faster.

Everyone knew that there had always been an unfair competition between him and Luo Jinchi.

"Damn it." Cheng Haonan walked out of the basement and threw the suit he had taken off to the butler waiting outside. He cursed under his breath, glanced at his subordinates who had retreated far away, and turned to the butler. "Prepare the red wine. Put off today's schedule."

Cheng Haonan loosened his tie and walked in the direction of the villa.

The butler nodded and lowered his eyes. The young master's face was extremely dark, and the surrounding air pressure was terrifying. The young master wouldn't reject all the plans for no reason. When the young master was in a bad mood, he would always drink alone in his room.

After returning to his room, Cheng Haonan ordered, "Tell Ah Hua, Old Six, go and find out what Luo Jinchi has been up to recently. Find out everything about his schedule." After saying that, he thought of something and added, "If what he said is true, bring some people and destroy a few of his places!"

After saying that, Cheng Haonan waved his hand and sent away the butler who brought the red wine.

Holding the wine glass in his hand, he leaned back in his chair and looked indifferently at the handcuffs on the bed.

There was a thick curtain, and the lock of the room was the most advanced password lock.

He wondered if he should transfer the stubborn guy here to be imprisoned. After all, this was the room he had specially prepared for Tian Yangsheng.

Cheng Haonan shook the wine glass. The scarlet liquid hung on the wall of the glass like blood.

Looking at the wine in the glass, he suddenly thought of something interesting.