"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Cheng Haotai's hands were handcuffed to the armrest of the chair... This was a chair specially made in the interrogation room. An adult would be able to sit in it, and it would be slightly more s.p.a.cious. After sitting down, his chest would probably be facing a wooden board placed at the top of the chair's armrest, and his hands would be placed on top of the board.

Below them, there were even shackles that bound the legs.

Sitting on such a chair, Cheng Haotai's neck and head were the only ones that could move the most. His body and limbs could only move slightly.

Stop dreaming!

If I let you be comfortable, how can you be honest about it?

However, it was undeniable that the feeling of sitting on this kind of chair was definitely not that wonderful.

At this moment, Cheng Haotai was enjoying this feeling.

His four limbs couldn't be stopped, and there was also the service Han Zhong provided him!

From Ji Feng, Han Zhong learned two methods that could hurt a person the most. Han Zhong used them on Cheng Haotai, and they were used repeatedly. On Cheng Haotai's ribs, Han Zhong repeatedly tapped with his knuckles, often hitting the same spot.

On Cheng Haotai's leg, Han Zhong was holding the corner of the table, hitting his fading face again and again.

Cheng Haotai was even worse.

His clothes had long since been drenched in cold sweat. It looked like he had collapsed.

If one looked carefully, he would notice that Cheng Haotai's eyes were filled with fear.

Han Zhong's hatred towards him was too deep. When Han Zhong attacked, he did not show any mercy, nor did he show any signs of softening. He hit Cheng Haotai until he wanted to die.

Initially, he could still grit his teeth and persevere, but after Han Zhong's continuous pounding, Cheng Haotai quickly collapsed. He begged, but Han Zhong didn't move at all.

Not to mention being a j.a.panese lackey, that was his personal choice. No one would care about him, at most they would criticize him verbally.

However, this b.a.s.t.a.r.d shouldn't have done it. He shouldn't have schemed against others with such a despicable method.

When he had schemed against Han Zhong before, he drank such a large dose of aphrodisiac, so he didn't care if the aphrodisiac would leave any side effects on Han Zhong's body.

Especially after that, Cheng Haotai's arrogant att.i.tude and his despicable method of threatening Han Zhong, made Han Zhong hate him to the bones.

It was already good that he didn't beat Cheng Haotai to death, but he was still counting on him to show mercy?

Just like that, Cheng Haotai's following screams never stopped. After only 10 minutes, Cheng Haotai's voice had already become hoa.r.s.e.

He almost collapsed from exhaustion!

However, that feeling was f * cking satisfying. That one word, great!

There was nothing more satisfying than ruthlessly beating your enemy!

Thinking of this b.a.s.t.a.r.d's arrogant att.i.tude before, then looking at him now like a dead dog, Han Zhong really wanted to shout out loud, this is great!

"I beg of you, please stop hitting me. Please spare me!" Cheng Haotai begged.

At this moment, Cheng Haotai no longer cared about his dignity and face. He really wanted to die from the beating. That kind of pain was not something that a human could endure!

"Begging for mercy?" Han Zhong teasingly said, "Didn't you say we all didn't have a good ending? Tell me, how did we end up badly? "

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to give you a beating. Otherwise, this anger will make me suffer!" Han Zhong gritted his teeth and cursed.

When he thought about what happened to him after he was tricked, Han Zhong couldn't help but be furious.

If he couldn't personally beat Cheng Haotai up, Han Zhong was sure that he wouldn't be able to recover even after many years.

"Whew ~ ~ Whew ~ ~" Cheng Haotai gasped for breath rapidly as he said hoa.r.s.ely, "Director Han, since it's like this, then you've already beaten him up. Shouldn't you calm down now? If you keep hitting me, I'm really going to die … "

"Yes, yes!" Cheng Haotai was so scared by the shout that his whole body s.h.i.+vered and he quickly nodded.

"d.a.m.n it..."

Looking at Cheng Haotai's arrogant att.i.tude, he didn't seem arrogant at all. It was as if he was a drowning dog pretending to be pitiful.

Cheng Haotai didn't say anything. Han Zhong's words were truly unimportant. Compared to the extreme pain from being beaten up just now, Cheng Haotai would rather Han Zhong sit here and ruthlessly curse at him for three days and three nights than to be tortured like that again.

So what if I was scolded? I wouldn't lose more than a few kilograms of meat, but if I was beaten up, I really would die!

… …. Even now, Cheng Haotai still had the same att.i.tude as a lackey. With his ugly face, even Ji Feng, who was standing to the side and watching, couldn't help but frown.

In fact, from Ji Feng's point of view, it was not a disgrace for Cheng Haotai to be beaten to the point where he couldn't hold out and beg for mercy. Whether it was a dog's leg or an ordinary person, as long as his body wasn't made of steel, he wouldn't be able to endure such torture. It was normal for him to beg for mercy.

One must know that if one wanted to die, they would not die. If one wanted to run, they would not have a chance to do so, and that kind of pain was something that only those seniors who used to have a firm belief in were able to endure.

Therefore, even if it was a plea for mercy, it was nothing shameful.

However, the key thing was that Cheng Haotai made people feel extremely disgusted.

Before this, Cheng Haotai still had a proud look on his face, especially after he had bound the j.a.panese to plot against the Chinese, the Tengfei Corporation, and then looked at his current appearance, no matter how you looked at it, his face was so ugly!

"Cheng Haotai, are you going to confess honestly?" Ji Feng suddenly asked.

"Huh?"

Cheng Haotai was stunned. He didn't understand what Ji Feng meant. Did Ji Feng want him to be honest or not?

Could it be … Ji Feng did not want others to know that he plotted against Han Zhong like that?

"Seems like you're not planning on speaking the truth!" Ji Feng slightly shook his head and said, "Han Zhong, then I can only trouble you a bit more."

Han Zhong immediately laughed sinisterly, "Let me give him a long memory …"

Cheng Haotai immediately shouted in fear: "I will tell you everything, I will do whatever you want me to do! "Please, don't hit me again …"

Han Zhong could not help but scold, "If you can't see the coffin, you won't shed tears. You can't change your dead nature!"

Ji Feng shook his head and smiled. He looked at Cheng Haotai and secretly shook his head. He really felt sad for such a person!

The reason why Cheng Haotai was hesitating just now, Ji Feng had also guessed it. He couldn't help but sigh with emotion. A person like Cheng Haotai was really like what Han Zhong said, a born villain!

Since it had already come to this, he still needed to ponder over every single word that others would say. What he wanted to say was what others' appet.i.te would be like … This was flattery!

At that time, it's best if you can be honest. If not, then it's nothing, since Han Zhong has been on vacation ever since you guys gave him medicine. He has a lot of time, but when your body becomes itchy, he can come over and help you relax! Ji Feng lightly said.

Cheng Haotai instantly s.h.i.+vered as he hurriedly said, "I'll tell you everything, I'll tell you everything …"

Ji Feng didn't even spare him another glance as he turned and left the interrogation room.

He really didn't want to stay here any longer. This kind of person, even looking at them would make him feel disgusted.

Now that he had done what he needed to do, he would leave the rest of the interrogation to the police. He actually had to go meet s.h.i.+tian Ono, the little devil who brought two reformers with him as bodyguards!