Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o
Chapter 658 Miss doesn’t want me anymore (1)

Chapter 658: Chapter 658 Miss doesn’t want me anymore (1)

"Call the police? Pfft!" Lao Shi, An Zhiying, holding a bucket, looked at him as if he were an idiot, a hint of amusement flashing in his cold eyes. "Before we came here, we had already tampered with all the surveillance cameras in the complex. Your neighbors won’t hear your struggles, rest assured. If you disappear, no one will know it was us who did it."

As he spoke, An Zhiying no longer minded the man’s struggles, stretching out his long hands to firmly hold him down, and then placed a thin piece of parchment over his face.

After that, he scooped a splash of water from the bucket and doused the man’s face with it, soaking the entire piece of parchment.

"Mmmph... Mmmph..." The man, whose mouth and nose were completely covered by the wet parchment, struggled ceaselessly, a great fear rising in his heart.

What An Zhiying was doing was a particularly brutal form of punishment. It didn’t hurt, it didn’t itch; it was mainly used to force confessions, to break the psychological defenses of the subject.

A thin layer of parchment plastered over the mouth and nose with water caused just a bit of suffocation, but it didn’t interfere with breathing. However, as more and more pieces of parchment were added, the breathing of the tortured would become more and more difficult.

Just imagine, what would it feel like if one’s head were covered with a sealed plastic bag, unable to breathe? And wet parchment would only be more terrifying than a plastic bag.

As layer upon layer of parchment was added, the man on the floor struggled more violently, his panic growing. Several people lying around him looked on in horror at the man’s suffering, their bodies shaking like a sieve; one particularly cowardly man was so frightened he ended up wetting himself.

Watching the good-for-nothing men lying on the ground, the Thirteen Blood Generals looked on with deep disdain. To think that these so-called men had been frightened to such a degree by a bit of torture—it was laughable!

As time ticked by, the man’s face was already covered with four layers of parchment, and the color of his entire face had begun to change.

In the suffocating atmosphere of the hall, suddenly, a sharp scream erupted, hysterical.

"I’ll talk! Don’t kill me! I’ll tell you everything!" The short man, frightened to the point of wetting his pants, knelt on the floor, banging his head repeatedly against it. In less than a minute, fresh red blood flowed from his forehead, mixed with the gray dust on the floor, making his face look extremely ghastly.

"Alright! Speak! What dirty deeds have you done recently?" An Zhifeng kicked him hard in the stomach as he lazily lifted his toe.

"I, recently... recently, we helped a top celebrity smear a rival who debuted at the same time as her, and then released some fake nude photos online. Also, just a few days ago, we took on a big job to smear Xuanjin Yu Jade. They said as long as we could control the public opinion online, they’d give each of us two hundred thousand after the job was done!" The man blurted out everything that had happened recently, fearing he might accidentally provoke the imposing An Zhifeng.

Two hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand each?

Clicking their tongues, that really was a generous amount!

The Thirteen Blood Generals exchanged interested glances, very curious about the mastermind behind this hired mob.

"Speak! Who told you to smear Xuanjin Yu Jade?" An Zhifeng slowly dragged his whip across the body of the man who had wet his pants, frightening him so much he almost wet himself again.

"It was, it was a man surnamed Xie, he said he was the assistant to the chairman of some big corporation! Xie, yes, his surname is Xie!" The man stammered.