The moment he said that, a resounding hiss came from the corner of the dim room. A soldering iron was imprinted on the man's chest, causing him to emit an ear-piercing sound as he convulsed on the floor and howled in agony.
When Ye Wanwan saw this, the corners of her lips twitched. "What era are we in right now? You guys are still using such an old-fashioned method of torture?"
Sure enough, it perfectly suited Si Ming Rong's old-fashioned style...
She wasn't sure why, but there were many familiar yet foreign images appearing in her head all of a sudden...
Ye Wanwan looked at the two guards by her side and said disdainfully, "This sort of torture only works on small fish and prawns; for real, professionally-trained guards and secret service agents, these minor superficial wounds are nothing to them " you're actually counting on this to pry open their mouths?"
The two guards: "..."
They planned on scaring Ye Wanwan and even thought she would scream out of fear and cry her guts out. They didn't realize that not only would she be so calm and casual like she was strolling in her own garden, but she would actually criticize the way they conducted interrogations.
Ye Wanwan: "Hey, do you guys have any idea what mental torture is? Do you guys need me to teach you? It's a special method that destroys a person's willpower. It's much better than..."
The two guards listening to Ye Wanwan's unceasing torrent: "..."
Alas, the two people took her to her cell and left swiftly. It was as if there was a monster chasing them.
"Eh? Why are they gone, I'm not finished yet"
Ye Wanwan leaned on the metal bars and looked regretful.
Seeing that the two of them were gone without a trace, Ye Wanwan could only squat down with her chin in hand as she revealed a suspicion look.
Weird, how did I know about all that stuff I said just now?
Could it be that I read it in some magazine? Why don't I have any memory of it...
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