This is a rather inexplicable jealousy, and Feng Jin even suspects how Ling Mohan's mind works.
"You might as well go and see the dark prison, how is Lu Shi interrogating him."
The person who can connect with Li San must have an unusual status in their organization. It would be difficult for Lu Shi to get anything from his mouth.
"If he can't even handle such a small matter, then it's a waste to have raised him."
Ling Mohan leaned on the bed leisurely, without a trace of worry on his face. https:/
Seeing his indifferent demeanor, Feng Jin felt a touch of sadness for Lu Shi having such a superior.
"I'll go to the dark prison to check."
She was still a little worried, so she stood up and walked towards the door.
Ling Mohan hesitated for a moment before standing up. "I'll go with you."
He quickly caught up with Feng Jin, and they walked forward side by side.
Inside the dark prison, Lu Shi stared grimly at the man hanging on the rack, covered in wounds.
He had used over ten types of torture, yet he couldn't pry any useful information from him.
"How is the interrogation going?"
Ling Mohan asked in a deep voice, then sat in the chair opposite.
"Young General, please forgive me, your subordinate..."
"Continue the torture."
Ling Mohan said nonchalantly. Under severe torture, even a man of iron could not endure, and would eventually break.
The dark prison was filled with a series of miserable wails.
Feng Jin really couldn't bear to watch. "With severe torture, the person might die before they have a chance to confess."
Long-term torment would quickly wear a person down to death.
This kind of torture was completely meaningless.
"Interrogating a prisoner requires skill." Feng Jin already had a plan in mind and directly ordered the torture to stop.
"Lu Shi, give him this ginseng slice. Don't let him die."
Feng Jin took out a small piece of ginseng and asked Lu Shi to give it to the man. She didn't want him to die before she even started interrogating him.
"Yes, Madam Shao."
Lu Shi stuffed the ginseng slice into the man's mouth and had someone splash cold water on the unconscious man to wake him.
The man, stimulated, woke up. Seeing Ling Mohan sitting there unharmed, a strange emotion flashed in his eyes. After a pause, he opened his mouth and said his first words: "Kill me, I won't say anything."
Loyalty... was the first word he learned.
It was also the only thing he could do now.
Feng Jin chuckled lightly and said slowly, "I won't let you die. Even if you have only one breath left, I can save you. I will make you experience hundreds of tortures one by one."
The man tied to the rack couldn't help but shiver. To hear such venomous words from a woman.
"I will die before I speak. Your efforts are futile."
Feng Jin was amused by his words. This man was truly interesting. "You probably misunderstood me. My goal is not to get anything from you. I simply want to torture you for my own amusement..."
"I don't have many hobbies. I just like to study strange and unusual poisons, and use living people as test subjects. When they are close to death, I revive them. Isn't that interesting? I just developed a new poison and haven't tested it on anyone yet, so I'll have to trouble you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Jin pressed hard on his chest and sprinkled white powder into his mouth.
"Lu Shi, bring him down."
The man had just been lowered to the ground when he instantly curled up in pain, cradling his head and rolling on the ground.
Feng Jin looked at the man's reaction with satisfaction. The poison she developed worked really well.
This poison only caused a splitting headache and posed no threat to life. In simple terms, it was a poison specifically designed to torment people.
"How does it feel? Does your head feel like it's splitting, your vision blurry, as if countless insects are gnawing at your insides, yet you can't find where the pain is?"
The man was sweating profusely, and only now did he realize that death had become the greatest luxury.
"You... you kill me... kill me." He only wanted to die now, to end the physical pain.
"Death... I told you long ago, I won't let you die. It would be too easy for you to die like this. You don't need to think about seeking death, because you simply cannot die. I want you to be unable to live and unable to die."
Feng Jin's face held a gentle smile, but her words were extremely cruel.
Killing the spirit, making one unable to live or die, this was the cruelest punishment in the world.
"You... you..." The man was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak, only letting out whimpering sounds.
Seeing that enough time had passed, Feng Jin took out a sachet of incense and waved it under his nose.
After smelling the fragrance, the man's body pain lessened considerably. He eagerly snatched the sachet and inhaled the scent greedily.
With his pain temporarily alleviated, the man lay on the ground, barely breathing.
"This fragrance can temporarily relieve your poison, but it will only last for half an hour. If you don't take the antidote after half an hour, the pain will double."
Feng Jin said lightly, as if stating a simple fact.
"You... you poisonous woman..." As soon as the man cursed, a dart flew out and pierced his wrist, blood spraying out.
"Ah!" The man cried out in agony. His wrist felt intense pain, his bones and tendons were broken, and his hands were completely ruined.
Ling Mohan sat behind, his expression grim, his hand that had thrown the dart still not lowered.
"Tsk... that's what happens when words come back to bite you..."
Feng Jin's face showed a hint of regret. "After you were captured, I already had people spread the news and leave traces of a fight at the City God Temple. What do you think your master will do when they hear you've been captured?"
She paused and continued, "If I were your master, I would be worried that you might be too cowardly and confess everything, or that you might spill secrets... Then perhaps it would be necessary to cut off all ties... What about your family, your loved ones?"
"Stop trying to sow discord and confuse me with your wicked words. I will absolutely not say anything, and my master will not doubt my loyalty!" The man was resolute, vowing not to reveal a single word even unto death.
"Then, what if I spread the news that the assassin who attempted to kill the Young General has been apprehended and has confessed to the mastermind behind the attack, what would your master think?"
Feng Jin's words struck at the heart, hitting his weakest point and crushing him little by little.
A flicker of panic flashed in the man's eyes. His master was naturally suspicious and always preferred to err on the side of caution, eliminating any potential threat. If his master believed he had betrayed them, he would definitely not spare him...
"It is my honor to die for my master."