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Chapter 603: Torture, Violent Aesthetics!

Chapter 603: Chapter 603: Torture, Violent Aesthetics!

Everyone lay on the ground, clutching their injured parts, writhing like earthworms, rolling, and wailing incessantly.

Those who had just been full of vigor, arrogant and despotic, not taking Chen Wei seriously and placing themselves above all, now lay on the ground in the blink of an eye, not one standing.

Nor was there one who could rise from the ground and maintain a standing posture.

For them, lying down was akin to a fate worse than death.

Passing out would have been preferable, at least then they wouldn’t have felt the pain.

But as soon as they started to regain consciousness, the pain would surge back into their brains, uncontrollable, and their thoughts would become acutely clear.

The sensation of pain was also increasingly intense, unbearable.

They had never dreamed that they would one day find themselves outnumbered ten to one.

And worse, they were on the losing side.

This ten against one was no simple feat; it was the same whether against ten, twenty or even thirty!

Chen Wei turned around and returned to the middle-aged man.

"Wait! What, what do you want to do! I, I warn you, don’t mess around, I am..." He halted midway, as if recalling something, and hastily shut his mouth.

The fear was unmistakable, completely betrayed by his eyes.

Chen Wei bent down, reached out, and grabbed the middle-aged man by his clothes, dragging him a few steps back to his chair, and sat down.

He hoisted the middle-aged man up, drew him closer, his expression icy, "Tell me, who sent you?"

"Don’t think of deceiving me; I believe you’re quite aware that, with my abilities, guessing the outcome wouldn’t be difficult."

"If you plan to hide something, you’ll only suffer physically for no reason, why bother?" Chen Wei kindly advised.

"..." The middle-aged man remained unmoved after hearing this.

He looked as if he didn’t fear boiling water, a dead pig’s defiance, indicating regardless of what Chen Wei said, he had no intention of responding.

With such people, Chen Wei was never polite.

Or rather, he was quite skilled at making these people talk.

Success rate?

A hundred percent!

At least until now, among those that Chen Wei had interrogated, none had managed to keep their mouths sealed.

Some were as resolute as the middle-aged man.

Chen Wei released the clothes and instead grasped the man’s wrist, with his right hand taking hold of the man’s little finger.

"Wait! What, what are you trying to do!" the middle-aged man cried out in a panicked voice.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to resist, but he lacked the strength to do so against Chen Wei, his entire body sapped of energy due to the pain.

Just as Chen Wei was about to act, he suddenly noticed Shen Junlan’s gaze and kindly advised, "The upcoming scene might be a bit cruel; personally, I think you’d be better off not watching."

The middle-aged man had a greater reaction to this statement than Shen Junlan!

"It’s fine, you don’t need to worry about me." Despite feeling nervous inside, Shen Junlan’s curiosity was greater.

She had never witnessed such a scene.

In Chen Wei, she saw a unique charm!

Exceptionally unique!

In her mind, she searched rapidly for words that could describe all this.

Finally, she found them.

People were accustomed to calling it, ’the aesthetics of violence’!

"Alright then." Chen Wei said no more, respecting Shen Junlan’s wishes.

He then forcefully twisted the wrist, and with a crack, the middle-aged man’s little finger was brutally snapped!

"Next will be the ring finger," Chen Wei reminded the man.

"Do you think this will make me talk? Don’t be... aaah!" A wretched scream echoed.

"..." The barbecue shop couple, standing seven to eight meters away, dared not speak.

More than once they thought Chen Wei was finished.

But Chen Wei disproved them with facts, showing them that it was impossible for him to be done for.

"Next is the middle finger."

Crack!

"Next is the index finger."

Crack!

"Finally, the thumb."

"Click!"

"Ha...huff..." Breathing rapidly, drenched in cold sweat, the middle-aged man could no longer scream.

Looking up with resentment at Chen Wei, his voice weak, he flashed a triumphant smile, "Give up, I will never talk, absolutely not!"

"Are you confident about that? Then let’s do it again."

Again?

The middle-aged man couldn’t understand what Chen Wei was talking about.

All five of his fingers had already been twisted and broken by him, and the other hand was twisted into a pretzel shape, the bones shattered, completely numb.

How could they continue then?

Could it be that he wanted to switch to someone else?

Thinking this, the middle-aged man couldn’t help worrying a little, he could withstand the torture of this monster, but the others might not be able to.

What if they cracked...

Just as he was thinking this, a slight pain came from his fingers.

When the middle-aged man came to his senses and looked back at his hand, he realized that his previously twisted fingers had returned to normal.

There was no difference from before they were broken.

How could this be?

The middle-aged man was completely bewildered, unable to believe what he saw.

Then remembering what Chen Wei had said before.

To do it again... So that’s what he meant...

"Ah!" He screamed with his head thrown back.

Chen Wei continued, hinting first before breaking the fingers.

After breaking them, he healed the middle-aged man’s hand and started over.

By the time the middle-aged man was almost tortured into losing consciousness,

Chen Wei inserted a silver needle, making him completely alert, unable to feel the slightest hint of sleepiness.

If this were any other time, the middle-aged man would definitely thank Chen Wei.

But for him, in his current situation, there was only torture! Endless torture!

"So, shall we start our thirteenth round?" Chen Wei smiled slightly, without losing politeness.

"Devil... You’re a devil!" the middle-aged man roared hysterically.

"Right, I am the devil," Chen Wei unapologetically accepted the middle-aged man’s praise.

If the enemy describes you as cruel, like a devil, can’t that be considered praise?

At least in Chen Wei’s view, it was something to be proud of.

Seeing his little finger grasped again,

The middle-aged man’s eyes widened as he exhausted all his strength to resist, "No! No more! Please, don’t break my fingers again!"

"I’ll talk! I’ll tell everything!"

He was close to tears.

Looking up slightly, sniffling.

Shen Junlan sniffed a scent in the air that wasn’t there before.

It smelled like urine.

Bowing her head, she noticed a wet stain under the middle-aged man.

"..." Shen Junlan felt mixed emotions; she hadn’t expected the middle-aged man to wet himself.

Was it because of pain...or fear?

Perhaps both.

"Wouldn’t it have been better to do this earlier? I did warn you," Chen Wei shook his head, amused at the man’s foolishness.

If he had cooperated sooner and confessed earlier, where would the need be to suffer like this?

Releasing his grip.

The middle-aged man was like a beaten dog, head hanging low, kneeling before Chen Wei.

Gone was his former arrogance.

In an instant, he seemed to age decades under the immense physical and mental shock.

"Tell me, who sent you?" Chen Wei asked again.