Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 434: Coercing Huangmao to Confess

"Lucky me, there’s even pliers and a dagger. This reminds me of an interrogation method I haven’t used in a long time. It’s a bit painful, so bear with it!" Lin Feng picked up the tiger pliers and the dagger hidden on Huangmao, swaying them in front of his eyes.

What... what is he going to do? He wouldn’t really kill me, right? But then what are the pliers for? Huangmao, completely terrified by these two items Lin Feng had picked up, could not move his body and could only watch with a face full of horror as Lin Feng... as Lin Feng was about to...

"I don’t know if you’re aware of an ancient form of torture called Lingchi. In ancient times, it was used only on the most heinous of criminals sentenced to death. The entire person was wrapped in a fishing net, and then many people would slice the flesh through the spaces of the net using thin knives, as thin as cicada wings. Each piece of flesh had to be sliced as thin as paper, with a total of three thousand six hundred cuts required, and the criminal could not die within two hours. This kind of punishment can’t be seen or done nowadays because not many people can control the bleeding. The criminal would bleed to death."

"Fortunately, I am one of the few who can carry out the entire process of Lingchi because I’ve used this method on two people before, achieving what was demanded in ancient times, and even surpassed it. I managed more than four thousand cuts on one person because I can use acupuncture to significantly slow down the blood flow in certain parts of the body, preventing death from excessive bleeding. The criminal could even see all of his organs and still not yet die."

Seeing Huangmao’s terror-stricken face and thinking about the events of tonight, Lin Feng was uncontrollably angry. So many innocent people had died, and if it weren’t for him, Qian Duoduo and the two campus beauties would have died! Therefore, Lin Feng decided to use Lingchi to interrogate Huangmao. He had a precise grasp of the psychology of low-level thugs like Huangmao. Unless something unexpected happened, Huangmao wouldn’t be able to withstand such a thing and should quickly reveal what was going on.

But unless he cut him a few times to let him feel the pain and believe that he really was going to be flayed alive, instilling a sense of mental terror, Huangmao wouldn’t cooperate. So Lin Feng thought it was best to just get started, to avoid wasting time with idle talk. If Huangmao turned out to be an unexpectedly tough guy and it really came down to completing the entire Lingchi process, Lin Feng would not mind slicing away, cut by cut, until he actually flayed Huangmao alive.

"To make things a bit easier for you, I’ve decided to insert two silver needles first to amplify the pain dozens of times. You’ll definitely feel much happier that way." Lin Feng said to himself, then took out a small box containing silver needles and proceed to insert several needles into Huangmao’s body.

Huangmao was already petrified upon hearing about Lingchi from Lin Feng, but when he heard Lin Feng could actually carry out such a horrific punishment, sweat the size of soybeans began to roll down his forehead in torrents. Then, hearing that Lin Feng had a way to multiply the pain dozens of times almost caused him to faint. Huangmao’s eyes began to bulge with congestion, his muscles tensing to the extreme.

If he could move now, Huangmao would scream and run away with supernatural speed, or he would choose to smash himself to death. This wasn’t joy, it was the agony of Hell! This was clearly torture designed to kill him slowly, to make him die a painful death without any chance of survival!

Huangmao dare not think about what might be waiting for him next. The only thought in his mind was a wish for a quick death, so he wouldn’t have to endure the horrific torture Lin Feng was about to inflict...

"Now, let’s begin. Don’t be nervous. I’ll start with the needles to increase your happiness. Don’t be afraid. In the past when I used a surgical scalpel for Lingchi, I could make more than four thousand cuts without the person dying, but I haven’t tried it with a dagger. You’ll be a good practice. Don’t worry, I won’t let you die quickly." Lin Feng said, and then inserted several silver needles into Huangmao’s body before swaying the dagger in front of his eyes again.

Huangmao, hearing Lin Feng’s words, watched him with utter terror. What would a person look like after being sliced over four thousand times? He’d be nothing but bones. How could Lin Feng be so perverted? Staring at the shiny dagger, thinking about what Lin Feng was going to do to him, Huangmao fainted from fright. Lin Feng was no longer human; he was like a living Yama!

But Lin Feng wasn’t one to be considerate. He slashed Huangmao’s arm, and even a small cut was enough to jolt Huangmao awake. His eyes filled with tears, devoid of any other thoughts except for one overwhelming sensation that dominated all his senses: pain!

Huangmao was in such excruciating pain that he didn’t know what to do, with only one thought in his mind: a wish for a quick death. To die soon and put an end to his life, so he wouldn’t have to endure such inhuman suffering anymore.

"How could one cut be enough? It has to be at least a thousand, eight hundred cuts to be satisfying. Don’t worry, my knife skills are very good. I definitely won’t let you die here." Lin Feng said, then once again made a small cut on Huangmao’s body.

Under the influence of Lin Feng’s cut, Huangmao fainted once again. Lin Feng, unamused by this, found it unexpected that Huangmao was so weak. With no other option, he made another cut on Huangmao’s arm to wake him up again.

Huangmao was now sobbing uncontrollably, drenched in sweat as if he had been pulled out of water. The pain, amplified dozens of times, really wasn’t something ordinary people could withstand. And with Lin Feng deliberately targeting nerve-rich areas, Huangmao could only be tormented into unconsciousness, then cruelly brought back to consciousness through pain.

But there was one miraculous phenomenon that Huangmao noticed, too—the bleeding from his wounds was minimal, merely a few drops and then it stopped. My God! Everything Lin Feng said was true. If what he said held up, he could really slice him hundreds, even thousands of times. The thought made Huangmao’s heart pound wildly, realizing he might actually be tortured to death. At this moment, he desperately tried to struggle, not to escape but because Huangmao truly wanted to die!

However, no matter how hard Huangmao tried, it was futile. He soon realized that death was a luxury for him now because Lin Feng simply wouldn’t let him die.

"Hmm, I don’t do this often anymore, my hand’s a bit rusty," Lin Feng mumbled to himself. He picked up Huangmao’s hand and made a cut, then started poking around the flesh with the tip of his dagger, looking utterly serious.

"I knew it, the nerve is right there. How does it feel, comfortable?" Lin Feng found the nerve in the hand, then rubbed the tip of the blade back and forth over it.

"..." Huangmao was beyond words now, but every vein in his body was bulging, his appearance utterly horrifying, and blood began to seep from his nose, eyes, and ears. Now he regretted ever speaking those words to Lin Feng at the start. Knowing the pain he’d endure, he’d have been better off confessing from the beginning.

Just as Huangmao was on the verge of a nervous breakdown from the pain, Lin Feng suddenly pulled out the silver needles from his body. Huangmao felt as if he had been transported from Hell back to Heaven, such bliss...

"Ready to talk now, or should I just repeat what I just did? Blink if you agree to talk," Lin Feng said casually to Huangmao, confident in his judgment of such people. Under these circumstances, these thugs couldn’t hold out.

Upon hearing Lin Feng’s words, Huangmao immediately started blinking furiously, signaling his willingness to cooperate. No ghost could endure such inhuman torture, let alone a human. If he didn’t agree to cooperate with Lin Feng now, he truly was a masochist at heart.

Seeing that the situation was almost ripe, and that Huangmao was about to talk, Lin Feng patted him twice on the body. Huangmao could now move his upper body, but everything from the waist down was still unresponsive.

"Teacher Lin... what do you want to... ask?" Huangmao looked at Lin Feng, asking weakly. After being tormented by Lin Feng just now, even breathing was not an easy task for him.

"What happened tonight?" Lin Feng cut straight to the point, not wanting to waste time on pleasantries, especially not with Huangmao.

"Tonight... it was all Brother Bao’s idea... We were just... just executing the plan. For... for details, you have to ask him," Huangmao didn’t dare to waste words, telling Lin Feng everything he knew, hoping to satisfy him and end the torture.

"Brother Bao? Who is he, and where can I find him?" Lin Feng asked Huangmao upon hearing his words, as he didn’t know any Brother Bao.

"Black Panther... he’s usually at... Luohu Bar... you can find him there. His number is in my phone," At this point, Huangmao was completely forthcoming, deciding to tell everything since he was going to die anyway. All he hoped now was for a swift death. As for his family, he could no longer worry about them.

"I see, then you can go to sleep here," Lin Feng said after hearing Huangmao out. With a swift hand chop, he knocked Huangmao out. Lin Feng now considered how to deal with Huangmao crucial, given the major incident at the bar, which surely had shocked the nation. If not handled well, Zhou Yang might be implicated, so it was better to have Huangmao secured by Zhou Yang. With this in mind, Lin Feng took out his phone and dialed Zhou Yang’s number. With such a scene at the bar, even at this late hour, Zhou Yang surely wouldn’t be resting; he must be hard at work.

"Hello, Director Zhou?" Lin Feng greeted as soon as the call connected.

"Lin Feng, what’s the matter? You’re calling at this hour," Zhou Yang answered immediately upon seeing Lin Feng’s call. Lin Feng contacting him at this time definitely meant something urgent, especially since the bar explosion was keeping him busy at the crime scene.