Chapter 1648 (1/2)

Chapter 787 - The Dog's Disgusting Mouth

”AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

In an interrogation room of the Jiang Prefecture Bureau, a mournful scream filled the entire interrogation room. The sound was extremely miserable and somewhat hysterical, making one's scalp tingle just listening to it!

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.

… …. I'm afraid there aren't many people who are good enough to sit on such a chair. Do they want to be comfortable after doing such a bad thing?

Stop dreaming!

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

Therefore, these special chairs were specially designed for the police. They were usually used in interrogation rooms, jail cells, and prison cells. In fact, they rarely used it in the prison as it was surrounded by high walls and courtyards. It was unlikely that they would be able to escape. There were countless ways to deal with anyone in the prison, so these things were rarely needed there.

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.

However, the difference was that Cheng Haotai wasn't just sitting on it.

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.

This kind of heart-piercing pain repeatedly superimposed. Even a person who had been struck by iron would not be able to endure this pain.

Cheng Haotai was even worse.

At this moment, he was like a pile of mud that had collapsed on a chair. His face was deathly pale, his eyes bloodshot, and his eyes were completely red. His hair had long since been drenched in cold sweat. His hair, which was originally glossy enough to show off, had now become messy. A few strands were stuck to his forehead.

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.

If it was possible, Cheng Haotai would rather die here than suffer such torture again.

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.

Since he didn't care about Han Zhong's life, why would Han Zhong be lenient towards him?

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!

”Cheng Haotai, how do you feel?” Han Zhong asked jokingly. He was panting heavily. After beating Cheng Haotai up just now, he was already exhausted.

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!

The moment Han Zhong hit him with the table's corner, Cheng Haotai's heart was beating rapidly. That kind of fear really made people wish they were dead.