My Scheming Little Devil

Jun Yiyi’s heart sank. This person didn’t even conduct an interrogation, just outright accused her of being a spy.

Seeing his cold, sinister gaze, she suddenly realized he wasn’t trying to extract information from her but merely wanted to force her to admit she was a spy.

Her heart turned cold. Don’t take her for a fool. Admitting it would definitely be a dead-end. If she confessed, he might kill her immediately, then conveniently blame it on a suicide out of guilt, leaving no evidence.

Not admitting, at least, he wouldn’t dare to blatantly kill her. She absolutely couldn’t confess.

Moreover, if she admitted, that man would definitely hate her even more. The thought of the disdain in his eyes made her feel uncomfortable.

"I’ll cooperate and tell everything I know."

Jun Yiyi calmed her mind without a hint of guilt and repeated to Ji Lingkong what she had said before.

"That is all I know, but if you don’t believe it, there’s nothing I can do because I’ve done my best. Even if you use severe punishment, this is all I know."

Black Wolf’s brows furrowed into a dark mass. This girl had a cooperative attitude, not refusing to cooperate but steadfastly refusing to confess, truly a troublesome problem.

His cousin insisted he must make her confess, and if he couldn’t achieve this, she would surely blame him.

It seemed he had no choice but to use torture. The punishments here were unbearable even for a strong man. This girl would definitely succumb under torture quickly.

"It seems without torture, you refuse to tell the truth! Come, take her to the torture chamber."

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Jun Yiyi was dragged to the torture chamber. She originally thought it would be a terrifying place, dark and ugly, filled with various brutal instruments. But this chamber was a glass room, like a high-tech operation room, with some clean equipment, a movable bed, and no visible torture instruments, clean and tidy, not resembling a place of torment.

Jun Yiyi couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. The technology here was more advanced than Earth’s, possibly even more civilized.

They wouldn’t use very bloody and brutal instruments.

Jun Yiyi was not wrong. Compared to those bloody instruments on Earth, the devices here were truly civilized and high-tech, not drawing blood or even leaving visible marks on the skin.

But these punishments were scarier than those bloody instruments.

Because these high-tech devices were more adept at finding and stimulating a person’s maximum pain receptors.

When Jun Yiyi was locked onto a soft bed suspended in mid-air, with warm lighting shining on her body from above, she couldn’t help but complain; if this was punishment, it was too comfortable, making her a bit sleepy.

But an hour later, she dared not say so.

Because it hurt so much, her whole body was in pain as if thrown into a raging fire or as if every cell was being pierced with a fine needle stirring inside, from head to toe, unbearable to the extreme.

The light that initially warmed her now seemed like the fiery inferno of hell, emitting unknown particles though her skin showed no change, yet every inch felt tearing pain as if each cell was burning and exploding.

The intense and terrifying pain she had never experienced made her face turn pale, struggling desperately on the movable bed.

Yet the small chains were firm as steel; her intense struggling left her hands and feet blood-marked, unable to escape that dreadful bed. Today’s update ends here.