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() Mo Yao could see a blind spot from the vent. When he used the x-ray glasses, another person was obstructed by the three people in front of him. These few individuals were interrogating someone else, naturally blocking whoever was behind them.

Now that they had moved apart, Mo Yao noticed there was still one more person behind them. The x-ray glasses could only show body outlines and not who it was; Mo Yao switched the lens. Behind the prison, a single inmate was isolated in gray-blue long sleeves and pants, covered in blood stains. A spotlight above the room cast strong light on the center of the floor; he hid in the darkness, facing sideways towards them with his head buried in his knees. Even without night vision, Mo Yao couldn't see who it was. From this person's behavior and movements, Mo Yao could tell he had been interrogated multiple times before. His body remained in a protective state that did not consume much energy, preserving himself to survive as long as possible.

His hair was messy, like tangled grass, sweat and blood sticking it together, making him look dirty. Mo Yao couldn't determine if this person was Xiao Bai based on appearance alone; however, he dared not move, for their body types were quite similar, just that this one appeared slightly thinner. Mo Yao held his breath, hoping the man would lift his head to give a glance. Yet, the man kept his head down as if deaf to what they said.

The few men cursed again but received no response. The one-eyed man could not bear it and fainted on the electric chair. In fact, prisoners tortured to this extent should have been executed already, allowing them to die with some dignity; after so many days of questioning by skilled interrogators who had asked all they could, there was nothing more to be gained.

The Mafia never established such torture prisons, which Mo Jue disliked because he felt it wasted time and resources. If he wanted information, he would find ways himself without needing to resort to torture. Unless for personal reasons or sudden whims, the Mo family rarely tortured people like this.

Interrogation did take place in the Mafia; various methods were used to torment prisoners. But if they couldn't get any answers after a round of questioning, it was better to kill them rather than continue torturing uselessly.

The sight of one interrogator after another taking turns here was purely an act of tormenting people. Perhaps everyone knew there would be no more information obtained but still refused to let the prisoner die; this was quite cruel. Wu Shuang asked Mo Yao why he hadn't come out yet, and because they were too close, Mo Yao didn't respond.

Wu Shuang also sensed something amiss, possibly that Mo Yao had found Xiao Bai.

Two special forces soldiers picked up the man from the electric chair and threw him into his prison as if he were trash. The man fainted and lay motionless on the ground, which seemed to be their nightly routine, tormenting people every day before going to sleep.

One of the soldiers said, "Screw that brat, I can't stand him."

Moyao frowned slightly and clenched his fists. One of them opened the prison door and dragged the person from the shadows out, throwing him onto the electric chair. The man's head was tilted to one side, revealing only a slender neck. Moyao noticed a star-shaped bloodstain on his chest; he was raggedly dressed but had no missing limbs, which somewhat eased his mind. Although his limbs were intact, his body bore numerous wounds: two obvious knife wounds on both thighs and a gushing blood mark on the chest that might have been from a gunshot wound. Compared to other prisoners, he seemed less injured, yet he was clearly half-dead—his weight had dropped dramatically within a fortnight, with an unnervingly sharp jawline. A young special forces soldier punched his head; blood spurted out of the man's mouth, and he finally showed some reaction, writhing in protest as his hair was suddenly pulled by someone: "Big star, how long are you going to keep this up Talk, what is your relationship with the mafia How much do you know"

Moyao's breathing became heavy and urgent. Wu Shuang called out several times but received no response; Moyao's blood flowed backward, while Wu Shuang got a message: they had found Xiaobai.

Xiaobai slightly opened his eyes; he was the only prisoner still conscious among them. His eyes were unnervingly bright as he grinned and asked the man in front of him, "Want to know Haha, I won't tell you."

"Brat!" Another punch sent Xiaobai's face sideways, blood spurting out in slow motion. Moyao’s pupils constricted, a sharp pain shooting through his mind; Xiaobai closed his eyes and stopped talking, using all his strength to protect himself.

During their childhood training sessions, there were annual self-defense projects, with Xiao Bai trained the most because Ye Wei believed that he was more likely than Moyao or his siblings to be captured. Therefore, from a young age, she taught Xiaobai how to maximize his protection during interrogations and tortures, delaying time so others could rescue him. That’s why he still retained consciousness.

The whip soaked in chili oil burned like flames shot by a fire dragon; with both hands and feet tied to the electric chair, Xiaobai protected his face as much as possible since such whippings wouldn't hit vital points. He naturally maximized protection for his handsome face, even finding some amusement in thinking that at least he hadn’t had his eyes gouged out or been disfigured—still a handsome guy… Enduring pain wasn’t hard.

Really, to Xiaobai, it felt like too little was being done to him.

Compared to the slap from his elder brother, this was nothing but a fart.

The whip cracked against him, and sharp blades pressed against his throat. Even though Mo Xiaobai had been beaten nearly to death, he remained proud until the end; the sarcastic smile on his face clearly said that if they wanted to kill him, they would have done so long ago instead of putting up a show. In rage, someone stabbed the blade into his shoulder, piercing through it. Mo Xiaobai was the proudest person, and even in such circumstances, he did not utter a sound. His body tensed up tightly, almost breaking the chains that bound him as blood trickled down from the electric chair. One of them ambiguously licked across his face, but Mo Xiaobai focused all his attention on enduring the excruciating pain without any thoughts about the disgusting action; his body was stiff and numb, not reacting to anything anymore. The person chuckled ambiguously in his ear, saying something unknown, yet Mo Xiaobai's eyes widened before slowly calming down again.

Blood dripped from his wrists as they gathered around him, discussing something unknown. Dazed on the electric chair, one of them turned it on while speaking, sending horrifying currents through his body and waking Mo Xiaobai up to experience excruciating pain once more.

He would lose consciousness then wake up again in cycles...

Around six times later when he did not wake up despite the electric shocks, one of them said, "Increase it."

"If we increase it any further, he will die. The higher-ups have ordered us to keep him alive at all costs."

"Damn it, why is his bones so hard" The person kicked Mo Xiaobai and said, "Splash some water on him to wake him up."

Even the horrifying electric shocks could not wake him; how could splashing some water achieve that Mo Xiaobai never moved again. They felt it was time for their night's entertainment to end and tossed him into jail. He lay quietly under a beam of strong light, covered in blood. Someone came in and tore open his clothes, applying medicine to stop the bleeding on his shoulder with the simplest treatment possible. While they could torture people as they pleased, they could not let them die. Mo Xiaobai was clearly at death's door; if they had ignored the stab wound that went through him, he would have bled out from blood loss. The person stopped the bleeding unwillingly and kicked him like a dead dog before locking the door. Underneath Xiao Bai lay a pool of blood and water mixed together.

Moyao felt this was the most agonizing time in his life as every second dragged by, wishing for it to end quickly and hoping those people would leave soon.

His cherished treasure was ruthlessly defiled right in front of him, and he could only helplessly watch from where he stood. He desperately wanted to break through the barrier to hold the person in his arms and protect them from harm.

Moyao waited quietly with his eyes fixed firmly on Little White, who remained motionless under the intense light, clearly lacking any sensation. The other prisoners showed no reaction; they were obviously accustomed to such events and preoccupied with their own concerns.

The special forces soldiers were smoking, chatting idly, and behaving boorishly. Moyao paid no attention to their idle chatter and remained in silence while observing them covertly. The underground prison was eerily quiet, allowing him to imprint the faces of each person vividly in his mind.

None would escape his retribution; they would pay tenfold or even a hundredfold for the suffering inflicted upon Little White. Death was too easy an outcome.

Eventually, when they left the prison and locked the door, Moyao watched them depart, saying to Wu Shuang, "Watch as those individuals leave the prison."

Five minutes later, Wu Shuang reported, "Nine people."

"Good. Maintain vigilance; I will head down there," said Moyao. All nine of them had left, including the guard stationed at the topmost level earlier. It seemed they hadn’t posted a night guard here, perhaps overly confident.

“Understood,” Wu Shuang replied gravely. "Is Little White okay"

Moyao did not respond, nor did Wu Shuang ask further; she knew that things were far from well. Moyao dismantled the vent and slid down on a rope, then restored it to its original state. Among the inmates, only one was conscious; he crawled towards the bars and called for help with tears streaming down his face. Moyao made a gesture indicating silence, and slowly the man ceased his cries, still weeping.would have guessed that the young man was actually an assassin, and what's more, an international one at that!But as an international assassin, wasn't it rather weak to use his own body There seemed t...