Chapter 1685 - 931: The Compound? We Just Came From There!

Inside the interrogation room.

Dapao’s whip lashed out, causing continuous screams from these people, the blood on the whip splattering everywhere as it swung.

Once Dapao had made a round, finished his decibel game, he finally put the whip away.

Turning his head, he saw Li Yu standing not far behind him.

Dapao’s expression abruptly changed, and the previously arrogant look instantly turned into a smile:

"Brother Yu, what brings you here?"

Li Yu, expressionless, said plainly:

"How’s the interrogation going? Any results?"

Dapao was a bit embarrassed, as he had just been busy beating people and hadn’t had the chance to ask, so he said, "Almost there, almost there."

Seeing this, Li Yu didn’t expose him, just nodded and said, "Hurry up, we don’t have much time. We need to get the information quickly, as we still have to investigate people afterward."

Dapao, who had just been like he was warding off demons, now seemed like a little boy who had done something wrong in front of Li Yu.

He quickly said, "Understood, I’ll get it out right now."

"Hmm." Li Yu didn’t say anything further, he just moved a chair from behind, sat behind Yang Tianlong and his group, and silently watched Dapao and the others interrogate.

Yutong and Xuanxuan, who came in together, each had different expressions upon seeing the scene inside the interrogation room.

Yutong, seeing the bare bodies of men and women in the interrogation room covered in whip marks, turned pale for a moment but quickly recovered.

Meanwhile, Xuanxuan standing beside her, showed no change in expression. Instead, there seemed to be a hidden sense of enjoyment in her eyes, watching Dapao’s interrogation with great interest, secretly taking note of Dapao’s methods.

For both Yutong and Xuanxuan, this was their first time in an interrogation room. Li Yu seemed to unintentionally glance back at their expressions.

Seeing that neither of them showed discomfort, he didn’t bother with them further.

This is Doomsday, where kindness and softness make survival difficult.

Protecting them too well, if one day they are without his protection, it would only harm them.

On the other side.

Dapao, after putting down the whip, took the hot iron rod and walked to the first person, asking:

"Who organized this event? Who is the mastermind behind it?"

The first person was a skinny man, to be precise, a man so thin he was out of shape.

Upon hearing Dapao’s inquiry, he hurriedly replied:

"It was He Zhi who told me to participate, I don’t know anything else."

"He Zhi?"

Dapao looked at the half-dead man in the far corner, a man that Uncle said was caught before the protest.

After hearing what this man said, Dapao asked no further questions.

He moved on to the next person.

The answer he received was Song Zhishu.

Dapao had received the interrogation records from Uncle and the others, and knew this person.

However, during today’s protest, this person was dealt with by Old Bi and the others.

Going through the round of questioning, when it came to Qiu Yuanze, he too answered He Zhi.

Unexpectedly, the half-dead, silent He Zhi next to him let out a pig-like squeal:

"Bullshit, I was dragged into this by you, don’t believe him, he’s the mastermind!"

Dapao, with a teasing smile, looked at Qiu Yuanze and said, "What now? He says it’s you!"

Qiu Yuanze’s face flustered for a few seconds, but quickly composed himself and then said:

"I was also dragged into this, by a man called Brother Cheng." Qiu Yuanze knew that if he truthfully said he came from Southeast Asia, it would be like admitting to being the mastermind and end up worse.

But, sitting on the side throughout the interrogation, Lao Zhou spoke up:

"Dapao, when we caught this guy, he had a gun. I fear it’s not that simple. During the protest, over a dozen people had guns, only he and that man were left."

As Lao Zhou spoke, he pointed to a man in the middle of the group.

The man pointed at by Lao Zhou showed a changing expression.

Dapao nodded and then asked, "Explain, how did you have a gun?"

"M-m-my gun was given by Brother Cheng," Qiu Yuanze explained.

He was indeed speaking the truth, just hedging and not revealing everything.

Dapao asked again, "Then where did he get the gun?"

"That, I don’t know." Qiu Yuanze shook his head in reply.

Sizzle—

Dapao pressed the iron rod onto Qiu Yuanze’s chest, causing him to convulse and scream uncontrollably.

This time, the iron burned for a long time, only when it cooled did Dapao remove it.

The nearby protesters all smelled a nauseating burnt odor.

Immediately, Dapao picked up a needle from the table.

With pliers, he lifted Qiu Yuanze’s small J.

The needle was very long, over ten centimeters.

Dapao aimed at the urethral opening and slowly inserted the needle.

"Aaaa!!!" A heart-wrenching scream pierced the night sky.

Yang Tianlong, with practiced ease, stood up and adeptly tore off a piece of tape to seal his mouth, preventing him from making any sound.

Hiss!

Both the protesters in the same line as Qiu Yuanze, and those sitting or standing like Lao Zhou, gasped collectively.

Especially when they watched over ten centimeters of the needle go in.

Inexplicably, they felt a chill in their lower bodies.

Seeing Qiu Yuanze rolling his eyes, Dapao finally withdrew the needle.