guessed it must have been that stinky boy who hurt his baby's heart. Yè Níngyuǎn had a feeling of "if I don't destroy you, I won't be surnamed Yè."His daughter was beautiful, capable, intelligent and...Mo Yao could see a blind spot from the ventilation opening, the one he had seen with his telescope before being blocked by the three people. These few were huddled together interrogating someone, naturally blocking the person behind them. 。Now that they were standing apart, Mo Yao naturally noticed there was another person behind them. The periscope could only see the curves of a human body and not who it was. Mo Yao switched the lens 。A special forces operative was being held alone in a solitary confinement cell. He wore a gray-blue long-sleeved shirt and pants, stained with blood. There was a spotlight in the center of the ceiling, casting a harsh beam onto the floor. He huddled in the shadows, facing them sideways with his head buried in his knees. Even in the darkness, Mo Yao probably wouldn't have recognized him without night vision goggles. 。He could tell from this person's behavior that they had been interrogated many times. Their body was in a specific, protective posture, one that didn't require much energy. They were conserving their physical resources, trying to survive as long as possible. 。His hair was a mess, like a clump of grass, sweat and blood almost sticking it together into a dirty clump. Mo Yuan couldn't tell if the man was Xiaobai or not, but he didn't dare to move. In terms of figure, he was very similar, just a little thinner. 。Mo Yao held her breath, hoping he would raise his head to look at her. But the man remained bowed, as if he hadn't heard them speaking at all. 。Those few people cursed again, but he remained indifferent. The one-eyed man could no longer support himself and fainted on the electric chair. To be honest, a prisoner tortured to this extent should have been shot long ago, allowing them to die with some dignity. After being held for so many days, all that could be extracted from them had already been. Countless skilled interrogators had questioned them, and if they couldn't get anything out, then there was nothing more to be gained. 。The Mafia would never set up a torture prison like this. Mo Que hated it because he thought it was a waste of time and resources. He wanted to find out what he needed himself, and if he couldn't catch someone, he would just ask them. If they didn't say anything, he'd shoot them. He didn't have time for pointless conversations. Except for some personal reasons or suddenly twisted ideas, the Mo family rarely tortured people like this. 。There are also interrogations. The Mafia has its own courtrooms, and the methods of torture they use are numerous. But after a while, if nothing comes out, it's better to just kill them. Otherwise, torturing them further is just a waste of time. 。

Look at the people here, going up in circles. It's really just tormenting them. They probably all understand that they won't get any answers, but they haven't let anyone die yet. This is more cruel. Wu Shuang asked Mo Yao why he hadn't come out yet. The distance was too close for Mo Yao to answer

Wu Shuang also sensitively knew that something was wrong. Perhaps, he found Xiao Bai. 。Two special forces soldiers picked up the man on the electric chair and threw him into his prison like garbage. The man passed out and lay still on the ground. This was apparently their evening entertainment, they would torture people every day before going to sleep. 。One of the special forces soldiers said, "Damn that little **, I've never liked him." 。"

Mo Yao frowned and clenched his fists slightly. One of them opened the prison door, pulling the figure cowering in the shadows out and throwing him onto the electric chair. The man tilted his head, revealing only his long neck. Mo Yao noticed a bloodstain shaped like an arrow on his chest, his clothes were tattered, though he seemed to be missing no limbs. He felt a slight sense of relief "。Although he wasn't broken or injured, he had quite a few wounds on his body. There were two clear knife cuts on his thighs, and there was a spray of blood on his chest, which might have been from a gunshot. Compared to the other prisoners, he was lightly injured, but he clearly looked half-dead. In just over a month, he had lost weight considerably, and his chin was sharp enough to be frightening. 。A special forces soldier punched him in the head, the man spat out a few drops of blood and finally reacted, his body twisted in protest, his hair suddenly being pulled. "Big star, how long do you want to keep this up Tell us, what's your relationship with the Mafia How much do you know"

Mo Yao's breathing became rapid and heavy, Wu Shuang called out several times, but Mo Yao didn't answer. His blood surged, and Wu Shuang received a message – he found Xiaobai. 。

Xiaobai slightly opened his eyes. He was the only one among these criminals who still had his mind, and his eyes were frighteningly bright. He grinned and leaned close to the man's face, asking, "Want to know ...Hee hee, I won't tell you."

"Damn kid!" Another punch landed, sending a fresh spray of blood from Xiao Bai's face. His eyes squeezed shut. He wouldn't waste any words, using all his strength to protect himself. 。Their childhood training always included self-defense, and Xiaobai trained the most because Ye Wei believed Xiaobai had a higher chance of being captured than his siblings. So from a young age, she taught Xiaobai how to endure interrogation and torture to the greatest extent possible, delaying time as much as he could so that others could have time to rescue him. Therefore, until now, he still has his wits about him. 。The chili-oil lashed whip was like a fire dragon spewing flames, scorching his own body. The young man, strapped to the electric chair, was unable to move his hands and feet. He did his best to protect his delicate face, because these whips couldn't hit vital points, so he naturally maximized his protection of his handsome face. Even in the midst of pain, he found humor, thinking at least he hadn't been blinded or disfigured; he was still a handsome young man… Enduring the pain wasn't a difficult thing. 。For someone new to this, he thinks it's all easy. 。Compared to the slap the boss gave him, this is nothing, it's just a fart. 。The whip cracked, the sharp blade pressed against his throat. Even though Mo Xiaobai was beaten half to death, he remained arrogantly defiant, that sarcastic smile clearly saying, "If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it already. Why all this pretense" The man, enraged, plunged the blade into his shoulder, piercing through flesh and bone. Mo Xiaobai, even in this state of agonizing pain, was still the most proud person alive. He didn't utter a sound, only his tense body struggling against the chains binding him. Blood snaked down his path to the electric chair. One man's tongue licked across his face suggestively. Mo Xiaobai focused all his attention on resisting the searing pain, ignoring the sickening feeling. His body felt stiff and numb, almost not his own. The man whispered something in his ear, a suggestive smile playing on his lips. Mo Xiaobai's eyes widened, then slowly returned to calm... 。Blood dripped from his wrists. They huddled together, whispering amongst themselves about something. Mo Xiaobai lay unconscious on the electric chair. One of them, while discussing, flipped the switch of the electric chair. A terrifying jolt of electricity surged through his body, bringing Mo Xiaobai back to life and inflicting agonizing pain upon him. 。Fainting, waking, fainting, waking... back and forth... Mo Xiaobai never made a sound, after repeating six times, this time the electric current didn't wake him up. One person said, "Increase the..." 。" If he gets any bigger, he's dead. The top said no matter what, we have to keep him alive for now. " 。" **, how come this kid's bones are so hard " 。“The man kicked Mo Xiaobai and splashed him with water to wake him up.” 。“ That terrifying current didn't even wake him up, and how could water possibly revive him Xiao Bai remained motionless. They also felt that the evening's program should end. They picked up Xiao Bai and threw him into prison. He lay quietly under the harsh light, covered in blood. One of them came in and ripped open his clothes. They applied medicine to stop the bleeding on his shoulders, the simplest treatment. They could torment people at will, but they couldn't kill them. Xiao Bai was clearly half dead. If they ignored the piercing wound, he would die from excessive blood loss. The man stopped the bleeding reluctantly, like kicking a dead dog, kicked him once, closed the door, and locked it. Xiao Bai's body lay in a pool of blood and water. A light red spread across the floor. 。Mo Yao felt that he had never been through such a difficult time in his life. Every minute and second was torment, and he couldn't wait for it to pass, for those people to leave. 。The treasure he held in his hands was so cruelly mishandled, and he was here, helpless, watching, watching with his own eyes. He wished he could punch through the barrier, take her into his arms and protect her. 。 。Mo Yao quietly waited, her eyes fixed on Xiaobai. Xiaobai stood motionless in the beam of light, clearly unconscious. The other prisoners remained indifferent; they were obviously accustomed to such a spectacle, and they had their own troubles to worry about. 。Those special forces soldiers were smoking, chatting, and acting tough. Mo Yao wasn't interested in their nonsensical chatter; she just lay low silently. The underground prison was eerily quiet. She memorized each of these men's faces, etching them deeply into her mind. 。Not a single one will be let go. For every hardship Xiaobai has endured, they will repay tenfold and a hundredfold. Death is too easy. 。Finally, they felt it was over, leaving the prison, locking the door. Mo Yao watched them leave, "Wushuang, look at how many people are leaving prison" 。After five minutes, Wushuang reported, "Nine people" 。"Very well, be on guard. I'm going down." 。Mo Yao said, "Nine people have all left, including the guard who was just on the top floor. It seems like they didn't have anyone guarding here at night, perhaps they were too confident." 。"Understood" 。"Wu Shuang said in a low voice, 'Is Xiaobai alright' "

Mo Yao didn't answer, and Wu Shuang didn't ask again. She knew it was a bad

Mo Yao opened the ventilation shaft window and slid down along the rope. She then restored the ventilation shaft to its original state. Of the few prisoners, only one remained conscious. He crawled and patted the iron bars, shouting for help. Mo Yao made a silent gesture, and he slowly calmed down, tears streaming down his face. 。Mo Yao almost opened the door, quickly rushing past. The two were bathed in the light as he patted Xiao Bai's face. Xiao Bai showed no reaction. Mo Yao took out his equipment bag and retrieved a blood bag and IV line, immediately giving Xiao Bai a transfusion. He had anticipated this situation, so he carried more blood bags and medicine than bullets. 。"Little White, hold on a little longer, big brother will take you away soon." 。He kissed his forehead over and over, holding the man who hurt him to his very bones tightly. Finally, he let go slowly and quickly treated his wounds. 。e mentally prepared to lose even more brothers." 。“ Is that a threat” Mo Yao laughed arrogantly, her dark aura palpable, “I give you four words, tit for tat!” Bai Liu gently shook his head, “T...