Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1171 - 1176: Tough Guy

Chapter 1171: Chapter 1176: Tough Guy

Bashanov’s hands and feet were tied, and bound behind his back, making him look like a backward-bent prawn.

Moreover, there was a hood over Bashanov’s face, the kind that screamed perversity at first glance.

Brian and his team were quite professional at tying people up. By now, Bashanov had already regained consciousness, but he couldn’t even struggle, only able to crane his neck as hard as he could to look at the people outside the car.

When he saw that it was Danny, all Bashanov could do was tilt his head further back as much as he could manage.

Danny grabbed Bashanov and dragged him out of the trunk, then heavily dumped him onto the ground.

Xiao Feng first yanked off the hood on Bashanov’s face, then took a knife and cut the ties around his hands and feet. Yet even at this moment, Bashanov hadn’t uttered a single word.

Danny stared at Bashanov lying on the ground. After a long pause, he finally said in a low voice, "Get up. Stand up."

Bashanov closed his eyes and said in a low tone, "Standing up just leads to lying down again, so there’s no need. If you’re killing or beating me, just do it already."

Yang Yi was a bit surprised. For a mob boss, Bashanov was actually quite resolute.

Bashanov looked much younger than Yang Yi had imagined, at most thirty-five or thirty-six. Although his clothes were an eyesore, Bashanov was actually quite handsome, a strikingly good-looking man.

Danny was amused by Bashanov’s words, breaking into a cold laugh. Then he said in a chilling tone, "Do you think you still have a chance to resist me now?"

Bashanov rolled his eyes and coldly replied to Danny, "I’ve fallen into your hands; I’m not expecting to survive. And before I die, you’d surely torture me. If I’m going to die tortured anyway, why should I listen to you? Even if I die, I won’t let you have the satisfaction."

Danny froze for a moment. Yang Yi was equally shocked, because this Bashanov seemed to truly understand his situation—an uncommon clarity.

Xiao Feng couldn’t hold back and delivered a fierce kick straight to Bashanov’s flank.

It was clear that Bashanov was in intense pain, his teeth clenched tightly, but apart from a slight shiver, he didn’t let out a scream.

Danny said in a cold voice, "Acting tough in front of me? Do you think you can take this?"

Bashanov simply remained silent, glaring coldly at Danny with a faint victorious grin on his face.

Braggarts claiming to be tough were common in prison, and Yang Yi had seen plenty. But he could tell that Bashanov was genuinely tough—his mouth hadn’t even been taped shut, and yet after Xiao Feng’s kick, he hadn’t made a sound. For someone to endure that, they weren’t ordinary.

Danny regarded Bashanov for a moment, then said in a low tone, "We have no grudge against the Russian Gang, nor do we have any interest conflicts. Why did you collaborate with the police to attack us?"

Bashanov rolled his eyes and merely sneered at Danny, clearly resolved to remain silent.

Zhang Yong rubbed his knuckles and said to Danny, "Step aside. I can’t hold back anymore—let me beat him first."

Danny shook his head, but Zhang Yong impatiently said, "Can any of you guarantee to make him suffer excruciating pain without killing him? Who among you can pull that off?"

When it came to combat, Zhang Yong was a master; and when it came to beating people, Zhang Yong was, of course, still a master.

Yang Yi recalled the terrifying days in prison when Zhang Yong’s blows hurt so unbearably yet left no injuries. He nodded to Danny and said, "Captain, better let Brother Yong take the lead."

Danny gave a small nod and then said in the calmest tone possible, "Prop him up first."

Two men hoisted Bashanov up, and Zhang Yong drove a punch straight into Bashanov’s armpit.

Bashanov’s face twisted in pain, yet he only let out a muffled grunt, clenching his jaw tightly.

Zhang Yong delivered more than a dozen quick punches in succession. Bashanov’s eyes bulged as though they would pop out, but aside from the initial grunt, he didn’t let out a single scream.

Yang Yi couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath and mutter, "Incredible. I’m actually starting to admire him..."

Just then, Annastasia stepped forward from the back and addressed Bashanov in Russian, "How many women have you played with?"

Bashanov broke into a wide grin, and as he smiled, blood began dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"A few hundred? Maybe over a thousand. All top-quality girls—soft, tender, silky skin. As for you, an old woman like you doesn’t interest me—I like younger girls..."

Brian, who had maintained a relaxed demeanor, instantly turned livid and walked straight forward.

Annastasia raised her hand, stopping Brian in his tracks.

"How many girls have you trafficked?"

Bashanov grinned again, his face smug as he said, "Five thousand? Six thousand? It’s been so many years; I’ve lost count."

Annastasia continued in a flat tone, "How many girls have you killed?"

Bashanov took a deep breath and said, "Maybe dozens. After dismembering their bodies, I mixed them with concrete and tossed them into the river. The Thames has plenty of those concrete blocks—it’s my personal amusement."

Annastasia said coldly, "You’re a pervert. Let me guess—you’re impotent, aren’t you?"

Bashanov shot Annastasia a sidelong glance and smirked, "Want to find out for yourself? I’ve got plenty of tricks."

Brian took an involuntary step forward again, but Annastasia raised her hand once more, stopping him.

Annastasia pressed in a serious tone, "Why do you do it?"

"Why? No reason. Because I enjoy it. Because it gives me a sense of accomplishment. Because I like watching women cry and beg in front of me."

Annastasia spoke slowly, "So, why are you a pervert? Let me think—you were abused as a child. And the person who abused you... was your mother."

Bashanov’s expression suddenly turned icy cold.

Annastasia continued, "You harbor deep hatred for women."

Bashanov stayed silent.

Annastasia said firmly, "You abuse women—you especially enjoy whipping girls. But the act itself isn’t mainly sexual. That suggests your mother beat you without targeting specific areas or inflicting calculated harm, meaning her abuse was erratic and without purpose."

Bashanov still said nothing, but Yang Yi could detect a trace of fear in his eyes.

Annastasia kept her tone calm as she went on, "When you torture, you like to tie people up. This indicates a desire for absolute control over your victims. But even after that total control, you still wear a hood. What does that mean? It shows you lack a sense of security. It’s not about hiding your identity—it’s about masking your vulnerability. I’ve checked—you’ve used the same hood many times. Why is that?"

Bashanov remained silent, his gaze shifting off to the side, unable to meet Annastasia’s eyes.