My Scheming Little Devil

Seeing her usual cowardly demeanor, sigh, she doesn’t seem like someone who would commit suicide in order to keep a secret at a crucial moment.

Whoever recruits her as a spy would be betrayed in no time, that would be truly unfortunate!

So, he decided to investigate thoroughly and find some clues.

"And father, she may not be a spy after all."

"Do you have any evidence?"

"Not yet, but I will find it. Just hand her over to me. If it turns out she really is a spy, I will be the first to not let her go!" Ling Kong solemnly promised.

The authoritative Councilman frowned: "Ling Kong, I can’t believe you are speaking up for that girl. She’s just an insignificant woman. Even if she’s not a spy, her involvement in this matter is enough to warrant the death penalty. Sending her to the Intelligence Bureau for interrogation is already treating her leniently. Besides, you’ve never been one to interfere, especially with unfamiliar strangers. You don’t even bother to take a glance. You’ve only known this girl for a few days. Given your character and what she did to your mother, shouldn’t you be the one personally throwing her into torture?"

Ling Kong’s gray eyes revealed a trace of confusion. He didn’t know why he was so concerned for a girl he barely knew.

His father’s words were true; he was inherently a cold person. If it were someone else involved in such an act, he would personally employ cruel torture to extort confessions, no matter how much the other suffered, he wouldn’t spare a glance.

But he couldn’t bring himself to be ruthless towards this girl he had only met once, which was a very strange feeling.

It was as if deep in his soul, as if in his subconscious, he had an instinct to protect her from harm.

It was indeed curious, even he was puzzled.

Why was she the exception, the only exception!

"Father, hand her over to me! No matter what, I will give you an explanation."

"You... with your lenient methods, there’s no way you’ll extract anything. Anyway, that girl has already been thrown into interrogation. If she withstands the torture and still doesn’t confess, that proves she’s really not a spy. Then you can do whatever you want! But right now, she might hold the secret of your mother’s infection. If she really is involved and confesses, provides clues, it might save your mother’s life. Isn’t your mother’s life important?"

"This..." Ling Kong thought of the pale face of the councilman’s wife in the hospital, unconscious, and frowned.

At this moment, someone hurriedly approached from behind the councilman, it was his secretary, with an anxious look: "Councilman, news from the hospital, the lady’s condition is not looking good."

The councilman’s expression changed, revealing worry and tension.

He turned back to Ling Kong through the screen and said: "Your mother’s condition has changed, it’s your decision now, whether to go to the hospital or to the Intelligence Bureau!"

...

"What... do you want to do?" Yiyi, covered in bruises, tortured to the brink of death, her little face pale, stained with a fair amount of blood, dirty, with disheveled hair, collapsed weakly on the ground like a madwoman.

She raised her head with difficulty, her consciousness fading, but she could feel two people dragging her to a new place.

That meant another round of more severe torture was about to begin, causing her to tremble down to her bones in pain.

So much pain, so uncomfortable... These people were like mad dogs, demons from hell. She hated high technology; the torture was even more grueling than being cut with knives.

A basin of ice water splashed on her face, not ordinary ice water, but of an even lower temperature, dousing her awake from her stupor, and the sinister face of Black Wolf appeared above.