Chapter 1331
Chill
Luo Fei was too lazy to waste words with him and directly stated the nature of this place.
"This is the Great Xia Divine Bow Bureau, a place specifically for dealing with 'special individuals' like you."
Sato looked at Luo Fei and couldn't help but ask.
"Who...who exactly are you? In the world of supernatural abilities in Great Xia, I have never heard of anyone like you."
"Luo Fei."
Luo Fei gave his name.
"Luo Fei?"
Sato frowned and thought carefully, but ultimately shook his head.
"Never heard of him. According to our intelligence, there is no one with the surname Luo among the former members of the Heavenly Secrets Group."
"Hmph, a frog in a well."
Luo Fei chuckled, his tone laced with sarcasm.
"Back then, the number of places selected for the Heavenly Secrets Group was limited, and many capable compatriots were not selected."
"If we include all those with supernatural abilities, the Heavenly Mystery Group of my Great Xia Dynasty is far larger than you can imagine."
Sato looked incredulous and subconsciously retorted.
"Impossible! How could your Great Xia have so many superhumans?"
Instead of answering directly, Luo Fei changed the subject and asked a question in return.
"And what about you? In your Japan, how many people with superpowers like you are there?"
Sato's eyes flickered, and he hesitated, unwilling to answer.
But under Luo Fei's icy gaze, he finally steeled himself and deliberately exaggerated.
"We...we have seventy or eighty of us!"
He thought that exaggerating the number tenfold should intimidate the other party and make them think twice.
However, his little scheme was completely transparent in the face of Luo Fei's quietly activated [Super Mind Reading].
Luo Fei clearly "heard" his true inner thoughts.
"There were actually only eight, but I said there were seventy or eighty, which scared him to death!"
Luo Fei sneered inwardly, but outwardly he feigned a perfectly timed "surprise".
"Oh? Seventy or eighty?"
so much?"
Seeing Luo Fei's "surprised" expression, Sato secretly rejoiced and felt smug, thinking that his bluff had worked.
Luo Fei stopped dwelling on the issue of quantity and instead asked a question.
"So, where would you rank among these seventy or eighty superhumans?"
This question clearly touched on more core secrets, and Sato immediately became alert, tightly shut his mouth, shook his head, and his tone became "tough".
"I won't tell you! I won't say anything! I would never betray the Great Japanese Empire!"
Luo Fei frowned, his patience wearing thin, but his voice turned cold.
"I'll give you one more chance. If you cooperate obediently, you can suffer less."
"Don't think about it!"
Sato stiffened his neck, striking a pose of unyielding defiance.
"I am a samurai! I will never surrender to the enemy!"
"Stubborn and obstinate".
Luo Fei completely lost his patience.
He called out to the door, and the two SWAT officers immediately pushed the door open and came in.
"Cuff him and wait here."
Luo Fei gave the order.
I'm going out to find some "tools".
"Yes!"
The special police responded and firmly handcuffed Sato to the steel chair again.
When Sato heard the word "tools," his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but ask one of the special police officers in Japanese.
"What...what did he mean by 'tool'? What was he going to do with it?"
The special police officer couldn't understand Japanese, but seeing Sato's terrified expression, he roughly guessed what he meant. Out of "humanitarianism," he comforted him in broken Chinese.
"Don't worry, it's probably just... peeling or something, it'll be quick."
"Peel...peel?!"
Sato turned green with fright, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Luo Fei left the basement and found Director Wang busy in his office.
"Director Wang, does the training center have any interrogation instruments?"
Luo Fei asked directly.
Director Wang paused for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.
"Director Luo, this is a proper training base, not the Zhazidong or Bai Mansion. We wouldn't prepare those kinds of things here."
Luo Fei stroked his chin and asked again.
"Then... do you have a stove? The kind used for starting fires?"
"stove?"
Director Wang was a little confused by this leap in thinking, but he still answered honestly.
"There are a few charcoal stoves in the kitchen, which are usually used for making soup or special dishes. What do you need a stove for?"
"Take me to see it."
Luo Fei did not explain.
Despite his doubts, Director Wang still led Luo Fei to the base's canteen kitchen.
It was already evening, and the chefs were busy preparing dinner. The huge kitchen was filled with the clanging of pots and pans and the constant sounds of stir-frying, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.
When the head chef saw Director Wang coming over in person, he quickly put down his spatula and went to greet him.
"Director Wang, what brings you here? What instructions do you have?"
Director Wang waved his hand.
"It's nothing, Director Luo just wanted to see our kitchen stove." "Stove?"
The head chef was also taken aback, pointing to several dark charcoal stoves with chimneys in the corner of the kitchen.
"Look, those are the ones we usually use for making slow-cooked soups."
Luo Fei walked over, looked at the several charcoal stoves that looked quite old, and nodded.
"Yes, this will work."
He then strolled around the spacious kitchen with his hands behind his back, his eyes scanning the various kitchen utensils. When he reached the stove, he saw a large iron wok that the chef had just used, with oil stains still on the bottom. He picked it up and weighed it in his hand; it felt heavy and quite comfortable to handle.
"This is not bad either."
He muttered to himself.
Then, his gaze was drawn to something hanging on the wall.
It was a large iron hook used to hook pork for easy transport; one end was a handle, and the other end was a sharp, curved hook point that gleamed coldly under the light.
Luo Fei walked over, reached out and touched the cold, sharp-curved hook tip, feeling a stinging sensation on his fingertips.
A somewhat discordant image flashed through his mind, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he thought to himself.
"This thing... if it were hung somewhere, it would probably be quite a 'spacious' experience, right?"
Director Wang and the head chef looked at Luo Fei, who was giving a chilling smile to a wok and a pork hook. They exchanged glances, both seeing the same bewilderment and a hint of... unease in each other's eyes.
The way this new Director Luo interrogates prisoners seems a bit...unconventional?
Luo Fei nodded in satisfaction and gave instructions to Director Wang and the head chef.
"That's all. Also, please find two people to carry that stove with the glowing red charcoal to the interrogation room in the basement."
Although Director Wang and the head chef were feeling uneasy, they dared not disobey. They quickly called over two strong kitchen helpers, who carefully used tongs to pick up the stove that was burning brightly with glowing red charcoal, and followed Luo Fei to the basement.
When the heavy, round door of the interrogation room was opened again, and two kitchen helpers carried in the charcoal stove that was constantly emitting high temperatures and red glows, Sato, who was handcuffed to the steel chair, widened his eyes instantly!
His gaze swept with fear over the obviously extremely hot stove, then fell on three items that Luo Fei had casually placed on the table next to it—
A sturdy-looking iron shovel, several long iron skewers that are clearly for grilling, and a... a hook with a curved hook that looks like it's for hanging meat?!
What...what are all these things?!
What is he going to do?! Sato's heart pounded wildly, a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he was overwhelmed by immense fear and confusion.
Following Luo Fei's instructions, the two kitchen helpers carefully placed the stove in the corner of the interrogation room, then quickly retreated as if fleeing, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.
"What...what exactly do you want to do?!"
Sato's voice trembled uncontrollably, and he finally couldn't help but ask in broken Chinese.
Luo Fei did not answer him immediately. Instead, he slowly walked to the stove, picked up a wooden stick that had been prepared next to him, and poked the large iron wok into the glowing embers.
When the shovel came into contact with the burning charcoal, it made a soft "hissing" sound. Soon, the part of the shovel began to turn red and shine at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After doing all this, Luo Fei clapped his hands, turned around, and looked at Sato, who was pale as a ghost, with a seemingly gentle but actually chilling smile on his face.
"I've heard that the Bushido spirit of your Sakura country emphasizes unyielding courage and is very admirable."
Therefore, I have specially prepared these "unique tools" of our Great Xia Dynasty to properly entertain you, my distinguished guest from the East. I hope... you will like them.”
Hearing this, and seeing the iron shovel gradually turning red-hot in the charcoal fire, combined with the two ominous-looking iron skewers and hooks on the table, even if Sato was stupid, he would understand what Luo Fei was planning! Torture to extract a confession!
They're going to torture him!
He was screaming inwardly!
Sato was originally ranked second to last in the "Kamikaze Group," at the very bottom! Before awakening his superpowers, he was just an ordinary junior high school student in Sakura, whose biggest dream in life was to enter the AV industry and become a glamorous male actor!
Before he could put his abilities into practice, the government discovered that he possessed supernatural powers and forcibly recruited him into the Kamikaze Corps, where he underwent more than a decade of tedious and brutal special training.
Even now, he is still a pathetic virgin!
He originally thought that if he could successfully kill a few of the superhumans in Daxia and make a contribution during this mission, he might be able to retire early and use the bonus to pursue his "great" dream!
The reason he dared to be defiant before was partly due to his fear of punishment from the organization, and partly because he subconsciously felt that the Great Xia was, after all, an official institution, and should at least have some international influence and basic human rights, right? They couldn't possibly use vigilante justice against him, could they?
But he never expected that this young man named Luo Fei would act completely unpredictably! His methods were so ruthless, so...unscrupulous!
Seeing Sato's terrified expression, as if he were about to wet his pants, Luo Fei deliberately moved closer and asked in a teasing tone.
"What? Are you scared?"
"Are you...scared?"
Sato shuddered. In order to uphold the dignity of that pitiful, so-called warrior of the Sakura Kingdom, he forced his chest out and shouted in a show of bravado but inwardly weak voice.
"The warriors of our Great Japanese Empire do not have the word 'fear' in their dictionary! Use whatever means you have!"
"Good! That's got guts!"
Luo Fei gave a thumbs up with an approving smile on his face.
Sato spoke with a strong voice, but inside he was already feeling very uneasy and anxious.
His gaze involuntarily drifted back to the iron skewers and the menacing iron hook on the table. He couldn't help but swallow hard and asked in a dry voice.
"Then...what are those iron skewers and hooks...for what?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Fei slowly walked over, picked up the cold pork hook, weighed it in his hand, and then explained in a calm tone as if introducing kitchen utensils.
"This is used in slaughterhouses to hook pigs. Look at this hook, it's very sharp, right? It hooks the pig's mouth, or... hooks the pig's buttocks, and with a lift, a large, fat pig weighing several hundred pounds is obediently hoisted up, making it easy to bleed and remove its hair."
As he spoke, he gestured with his hands, demonstrating the actions of hooking and lifting.
As Sato listened to his description and watched his gestures, a terrifying image involuntarily flashed into his mind: himself being hooked like a pig in some unspeakable part of his body by this iron hook, and then being lifted up by the ground!
He suddenly felt a sharp, cold contraction in a certain area! Cold sweat instantly soaked his back!
"You...you're thinking of using this...against me?!"
Sato's voice even changed tone.
Luo Fei gave him a look that said, "You guessed right," and nodded affirmatively.
"Of course, since we are entertaining distinguished guests, we should serve the full set meal."
Sato then pointed in horror at the thick, long iron skewers.
"Then... what about this?"
Luo Fei put down the iron hook, picked up an iron skewer, flicked it with his finger, producing a crisp metallic sound, and spoke in a calm tone.
"This is quite simple to use."
It's like they're slowly, little by little, inserting it into the front of your fingernail... I've heard it hurts a lot.
"Insert it...in front of the fingernail?!"
Sato gasped, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, his face filled with disbelief and utter terror.
"This...this will be used on me too?!"
"It depends."
Luo Fei gave an ambiguous reply, then threw out another "hope".
"But don't worry, if you can withstand the three trials of a red-hot shovel, piercing your fingers with iron skewers, and having your anus pulled by an iron hook, then... I'll use my honey trap on you."
A honey trap? Sato had no time for romantic thoughts; his mind was filled with the red-hot iron, the excruciating pain of his fingernails being pierced, and that horrible hook!
Just then, Luo Fei turned and walked to the stove in the corner, and used a wooden stick to stir the iron shovel in the charcoal fire.
Most of the iron shovel had turned bright red and was radiating intense heat!
Luo Fei nodded in satisfaction and gave instructions to the special police officers guarding the door.
"Go find something to gag him. Also, take off his shirt."
The SWAT officer paused, patted himself down, and, finding nothing suitable, hesitated for a moment before bending down to take off his military boot. Then… he pulled out a sock still warm from his body and exuding a strong "manly" scent! (End of Chapter)