I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 451 - 402 Tube Full_2

Chapter 451: 402 Tube Full_2

Qiu Zhaobin strained his neck upwards, looking towards Jiang Chen and said in an urgent and panicked voice, "Mr. Jiang, please believe me, I’m really innocent. I’ve been working for the group for so many years, loyally and faithfully. How could I possibly do anything against the chairman..."

Jiang Chen’s expression remained calm.

"Tell me everything you know, and I can assure you that you won’t be tortured any further."

"I really don’t know anything..."

Qiu Zhaobin looked like he was about to cry, which was very fitting for an ordinary person’s reaction.

Ye Tingxuan laughed, hitched up his pants, and casually squatted down, looking eye to eye with Qiu Zhaobin, who was tied to the chair.

"No need to play tough. You’ve already let something slip. Why not just spill the rest?"

Qiu Zhaobin looked bewildered, not understanding, "What did I say?"

"A normal person couldn’t withstand the FBI’s professional interrogation techniques. You’re deliberately acting so frightened to show that you’re a very weak and timid person, right? A weak and timid person would not be able to maintain their innocence under severe torture. Even if it wasn’t their doing, they would admit to it. But you, on the contrary, have not given in until now. Tell me, isn’t that a contradiction? Didn’t you just betray yourself?"

Qiu Zhaobin’s expression was frozen.

"The most egregious criminals give in once they’re in the FBI. You’re stronger than them. If I’m not mistaken, you must have undergone professional training. Tell me, why would someone as talented as you condescend to work undercover in Jin Hai, and for so long at that?"

Seeing Ye Tingxuan, who was squatting on the ground, speaking deliberately, Jiang Chen glimpsed another side of these elite young masters.

When it comes to the sons of the rich, the subconscious image is one of decadence and indulgence.

But how could the scions nurtured by great family fortunes with enormous resources lose to ordinary people?

Beneath this little prince’s seemingly perverse and unruly exterior lay a very meticulous mind.

"Speak. Tell us everything you know. As Brother Jiang said, as long as you come clean, you won’t have to suffer any longer. I’ll hand you over to the police and let the law give you the fairest trial."

Qiu Zhaobin’s face changed again and again, and perhaps realizing that there was no escape, he finally stopped playing the victim.

"Ptui!"

He spat viciously towards Ye Tingxuan, missing his body but hitting his shoes.

"If you have the guts, just kill me!"

Ye Tingxuan looked down at the saliva on his leather shoes, smiled, and then suddenly stood up, slapping across with his hand.

"Smack!"

Qiu Zhaobin’s head turned to one side.

"No longer pretending? That’s more like it. You’re not an actor, so cut the performance."

Ye Tingxuan shook his hand.

"However, dying might not be so easy. If you die, where would we find the big fish behind you?"

The case was becoming more interesting, or rather, more complicated.

This assistant had no motive for the crime, meaning that just like the suicide attacker Yu Wenjie, he was merely a pawn of someone behind the scenes.

"Hehe, hehehe..."

Tied tightly to the chair, Qiu Zhaobin’s shoulders trembled as he began to laugh inexplicably, his shadowy and maniacal laughter echoing and bouncing in the enclosed dim basement, adding to the horror.

"Since you know I’ve had professional training, you should be aware that you’re just wasting your time on me."

"That’s all right."

Ye Tingxuan was not annoyed and smirked, "I have plenty of time to play this game slowly with you."

Qiu Zhaobin straightened his head again. Gone was the humble and respectful assistant. His eyes were fierce, like a demon’s, filled with venom and also a hint of provocation.

"What are you looking at me like that for? I know you’re not afraid of death, but right now, you probably couldn’t die even if you wanted to, could you? Why don’t you try biting your tongue? Oh, right, you can’t actually die from biting your tongue. You should have learned that already."

The so-called "death by biting one’s tongue" is a far-fetched trick to fool the audience in stupid TV dramas.

Anyone with a bit of knowledge understands the probability of dying from biting one’s tongue is miniscule. That’s why some TV dramas now depict characters hiding poison in their mouths, which is somewhat more accurate.

Of course.

Qiu Zhaobin was caught while trying to escape, indicating he had no intention of sacrificing himself; therefore, it wasn’t likely he had hidden poison in his mouth in advance.

"I’m curious to see, since Qu Lei couldn’t pry open my mouth, what can you do?"

Qiu Zhaobin even began to taunt, as people who give up hope indeed become fearless.

"Heh."

Ye Tingxuan didn’t get angry but laughed instead. He stared at the ’die-hard’ man with an eerie gleam in his eyes, revealing a morbid excitement.

"You know, I love playing games with people like you. I’m aware you’ve undergone professional resistance to torture training. But I’m not like Detective Qu."

Qiu Zhaobin said nothing, just sneered coldly with a determined, resentful look in his eyes, which also carried a challenging undertone.

Ye Tingxuan turned his head and out of the blue said, "Did he have dinner?"

The two henchmen were caught off guard and confused but still quickly replied, "No."

"That’s quite impolite. How could we treat a guest like this?"

The two henchmen exchanged glances, both somewhat at a loss.

Jiang Chen had already sensed something was amiss.

As expected.

"Come on, we can’t let our guest go hungry. Lift Mr. Qiu up and feed him excrement."

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The basement fell silent all at once.