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Chapter 36 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 9

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Wen Zhao's expression changed, and he kicked the driver in the chest, sending him flying several meters away.

Old Zhang was Wen Jingshan's eyes and ears, and he was even more fanatical about the Japanese than Wen Jingshan himself.

With such eyes watching, Wen Zhao's actions have become very inconvenient, and he has wanted to get rid of him for a long time.

Now that this guy has given him an opportunity, how can he not seize it?

"Young Master?" Old Zhang buried his head in the ground, and only after a long while did he raise it, looking at Wen Zhao in disbelief.

"Is this something the master instructed, or something the Japanese instructed?" Wen Zhao sneered. "You're trying to make me look bad for the sake of outsiders? Whose dog are you anyway?"

The fact that Wen Jingshan was being used by the Japanese was only known to the higher-ups. Wen Zhao had two purposes in revealing this to the junior police officers.

Firstly, if there are members of our side among them, it can make them wary of us, preventing them from committing acts of mutual harm among their own people.

Many underground workers have died at the hands of their comrades on the front lines, and he did not want to one day follow that path himself.

Secondly, it was about using the Japanese as a shield to make a big difference. The Japanese were becoming increasingly powerful in Shanghai, and Wen Zhao intended to use this shield to expand his information channels. The first thing he had to do was to demonstrate his "loyalty" and relationship with the Japanese.

With such a ready-made tree to climb, wouldn't traitors come one after another?

Who knows, he might one day become the biggest traitor in Shanghai.

Old Zhang's expression flickered for a moment, and after a long while, he said in a low voice, "My master is naturally the lord."

"Hmph, you know that much!" Wen Zhao snorted coldly, unwilling to accept it, and added, "I will do what you asked me to do, but if you say another word, I'll kill you!"

After saying that, he lowered his eyes and looked at Ling Yi: "Miss Ling, come with me."

The flippancy in his words was still faintly visible; it seemed that in just a few days, Wen Zhao had been corrupted into a repulsive person by the decadent atmosphere of Shanghai.

Ling Yi nestled in Wen Zhao's arms, sobbing and shaking her head repeatedly, her words muffled and indistinct.

Wen Zhao raised an eyebrow, arrogant and domineering: "That's not up to you. I, the young master, dare not delay the matter that the Japanese have entrusted to me!"

He paused, then said with a hint of tenderness, "If you listen to me, I will personally bring you back after I have found out what happened."

Having said that, he grabbed Ling Yi's wrist and pulled her outside without giving her a chance to refuse.

Ling Yi staggered behind him and gave his performance a score of 90.

The remaining ten points are deducted for getting angry but not losing your pulse or heart rate. What kind of anger is that?

In the cold, sterile prison cell of the police station, cries and groans rose and fell, and the stench of blood and various putrid smells filled the air, instilling endless fear in anyone who stepped inside.

Ling Yi's face was almost transparent with fright. She grabbed Wen Zhao's arm and was half-forcibly taken into the prison.

Logically speaking, anyone who enters this place should be given a beating as a warning.

But looking at the people following behind Inspector Wen, no one dared to speak.

Wen Zhao's face turned cold, and he scolded the prison guards who were watching the commotion: "You idiots, why don't you get Miss Ling a chair?"

So, the jailer's chair appeared under Ling Yi's buttocks.

She sat awkwardly in the chair, letting a group of grown men look her over; her pitiful appearance was heartbreaking.

Wen Zhao was clearly heartbroken as well. He raised his wrist and glanced at his brand-new Longines gold watch, then said indifferently, "Someone, let's show Miss Ling our methods first."

A moment later, a man who looked like a blood gourd was placed on the rack.

The jailer grinned maliciously and, without asking a single question, began to lash the man with salt water soaked in whip liquid.

In an instant, even more agonizing screams echoed in the cell, and Ling Yi trembled even more violently, tears streaming down her face.

She closed her eyes tightly, hugged herself with her arms, and her nails almost dug into her skin.

Wen Zhao caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye and gave her acting a perfect score.

This is how an ordinary woman would react upon seeing this scene.

If Ling Yi were to act fearless at this moment, even if Wen Zhao were interested in her, he would still have to send her to the rack for interrogation.

There's no other reason than that you're not even afraid of punishment, yet you still say you're not from the Northwest?

People in the Southwest are afraid of this; three lashes from the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong) are enough to make them surrender!

"Traitor!" A small voice came from a corner of the cell as the man was beaten until he was barely breathing.

The patrol officers working for the French were not afraid of the Japanese, and they were even less afraid of Chief Wen, who worked for the Japanese.

Provided he's not being schemed against, he can curse a couple of times and nobody can do anything about it.

Wen Zhao's smiling expression turned grim as he watched the torture being carried out. He coldly swept his gaze over his subordinates, whom he didn't know very well, and sneered, "I don't think this man knows what mistake he's made. Give him the severe punishment!"

Upon hearing this, the man who had been beaten bloody screamed, "What do you want to ask? Tell me, I'll confess everything!"

He's just a small-time gang member who bullies men and women with Zhang Er, and occasionally robs and kills. What did he do to offend these black-skinned bastards? Tell me!

At this moment, this thug didn't even want to be released; he just wanted a quick death sentence!

He'll confess to anything as long as he's dead!

"I'm asking you, where did Zhang Er's money come from? Did he have any unusual contact with anyone before he died? Were there any strangers around him?"

Wen Zhao spoke casually as he heated the branding iron in the charcoal.

The glowing red embers cast a sinister and terrifying light on his face, making him look like a demon.

"I...I don't know!" The man swallowed hard, and when he saw Wen Zhao's cold gaze suddenly sweep over him, he quickly changed his tune: "I know, I know!"

Wen Zhao felt a chill run down his spine. He had sent people to monitor Zhang Er every day. Could something have gone wrong?

"He said he found a benefactor who gave him a large sum of money, and that he would rely on this for his next life!" The moment the man spoke, Wen Zhao felt relieved again.

So it turns out he was tortured into confessing and started talking nonsense.

Good thing!

"Anything else?" Wen Zhao casually placed the red-hot branding iron in front of Ling Yi. Seeing her pale face and dismay, he slowly said, "Miss Ling, think carefully about how you will answer my question later."

"Otherwise, he'll end up like you!"

stab...

The eerie smell of burning human flesh suddenly filled the room. Wen Zhao, expressionless, twisted the branding iron that was pressed firmly against the man's body, letting him scream in agony and fall unconscious, before throwing the branding iron aside.

"You're not being honest; it took you so long to confess."

The patrol officers had seen plenty of ruthless people, but they had never seen anyone so young and so twisted.

This time, when Wen Zhao turned his gaze back to them, no one dared to meet his eyes again.