Chapter 121

Chen Zhaoyue prepared the hypnotic bait and waited for the drug to take effect. She took out her silver needles and wiped them one by one as if she were appreciating a work of art.

As soon as Zhang Qing saw Chen Zhaoyue, he remembered the day he was captured. Thinking of himself being defeated by such a delicate woman, Zhang Qing cursed at Chen Zhaoyue unwillingly.

"It's all because of you, bitch, that we ruined our grand plan! You thought you won just by capturing me? Dream on! When my companions achieve victory, the first thing we'll do is use the vile blood flowing from your body, bitch, to pay tribute to our fallen companions!"

"A bunch of losers who relied on bitches to achieve victory. If you have the guts, let me go and fight me in a man-on-man fight! You can only hide behind bitches, what kind of man are you!"

Wen Qimin became furious when he heard Zhang Qing calling her a bitch. He took a few steps forward and slapped Zhang Qing hard in the face several times.

Zhang Qing's already unremarkable face became even more ugly, and he couldn't bear to wipe it off. He spat out a mouthful of blood, along with two teeth.

Wen Qimin threw Zhang Qing to the ground like a piece of trash and warned him sternly, "Watch your mouth!"

Wen Qimin remembered what Chen Zhaoyue told him yesterday morning, asking him to slap Wen Qing in the face when he taught him a lesson next time. Today he tried it out on purpose to see how it felt, and it was actually quite good.

Chen Zhaoyue didn't care about Zhang Qing's shouting and cursing at all. No matter how high Zhang Qing jumped, it was just the impotent rage of a prisoner.

As for what Zhang Qing said, the day when his companions succeeded would never come.

No matter which faction these people come from, they still haven't figured out what it means to be the winner and the loser. They are still immersed in their own beautiful dreams, chewing on the unchewable pie drawn by their so-called leaders, and looking forward to a future that does not belong to them.

The future that awaits these people is only a dead end. What greets them will definitely not be the flowers and applause offered to heroes, but only the red spider lilies blooming beside the Naihe Bridge.

The incense bait lit by Chen Zhaoyue contained calming incense. Zhang Qing, who was lying on the ground, stared at him with a pair of scarlet eyes, wishing to eat his blood and flesh. However, Zhang Qing soon relaxed and his eyes became blurred under the effect of the calming incense.

Chen Zhaoyue walked up to Zhang Qing with a silver needle and pierced several key points on his head without hesitation.

Before Zhang Qing completely lost consciousness, Chen Zhaoyue's eyes were slightly cold, and her soft voice sounded like a ghost from hell in the dimly lit room that smelled of damp and decay: "Don't forget, your mother who gave birth to you and raised you is also a woman. She is the bitch you call a slut, a whore. You were born by a bitch, and you should commit suicide by disembowelment in shame."

Zhang Qing lay limply on the ground as if his muscles had been pulled out. Wen Qimin didn't know if it was his illusion, but he actually saw an intoxicated expression on his bruised face.

Shen Zhaoyue stood up and walked to Wen Qimin and said to him: "Commander, you can interrogate him now."

After saying that, Shen Zhaoyue exited the small dark room.

The content of the interrogation was not suitable for her to hear, she was just helping.

Wen Qimin kicked Zhang Qing who was lying on the ground. Zhang Qing, who had been yelling and cursing at them whenever he saw them, now lay on the ground as if his soul had been taken away. He didn't say a word, and the corners of his swollen mouth curved into a strange arc.

Wen Qimin couldn't help but feel a little amazed as he watched Zhang Qing being manipulated like a puppet. But now was clearly not the time to satisfy his curiosity.

Wen Qimin first asked Zhang Qing if he had any other accomplices: "How many of you are still lurking among our people?"

Zhang Qing's eyes were blurry, but he spoke clearly: "Yes, there are many."

After hearing Zhang Qing's answer, Wen Qimin clenched his hands into fists behind his back. He resisted the urge to punch Zhang Qing to death and asked through gritted teeth, "Is the snake nest on the mountain a trap deliberately set by your people?"

Zhang Qing gave an affirmative answer: "Yes."

Wen Qimin took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart: "What does the person who dug the trap look like, and where does he live?"

Zhang Qing: "We never reveal our hidden identities to each other, and we don't know where each other lives."

Wen Qimin closed his eyes. It was the same as not answering the question.

However, Zhang Qing's words also confirmed Wen Yanxi's guess. There were indeed enemy spies lurking among the people, lurking in the dark like poisonous snakes in a trap, and when the time was right, they would jump out and bite people hard.

Wen Qimin asked again: "Then you must know what the other person looks like, right? Otherwise, how can you contact each other?"

Zhang Qing said: "We have met each other more than once."

Wen Qimin immediately sent in a soldier who could draw portraits and said to Zhang Qing in a cold voice, "Tell me what the person you saw looked like."

Zhang Qing's description was not very detailed, but soon, a simple portrait appeared in the little soldier's sketchbook.

Wen Qimin glanced at the portrait the young soldier gave him, then turned around and called Chen Zhaoyue in.

Wen Qimin pointed at Zhang Qing on the ground and said to Shen Zhaoyue, "We have asked all the questions we wanted to ask."

Chen Zhaoyue nodded, removed the silver needles from Zhang Qing's head one by one, and took out a prepared wet towel to wrap the incense burner.

Then, Wen Qimin took Chen Zhaoyue to the small dark room where Shadan was imprisoned.

Chen Zhaoyue went to Shadan and did the same thing. Wen Qimin quickly got the information he wanted from Shadan.

After confirmation, the appearance of another enemy spy hidden among the people described by Zhang Qing and Shadan was basically the same.

Wen Qimin asked someone to send the portrait to Wen Yanxi. With this portrait, it would be much easier for Wen Yanxi and his team to find the person.

Commander's Office Li, Wen Qimin looked at Chen Zhaoyue with more and more appreciation.

When he had arranged a child marriage with Shen Bowen, he had never thought that Shen Zhaoyue would be so smart and capable.

It’s just a pity that Wen Qing missed such a good girl like Chen Zhaoyue.

But it doesn’t matter. Although Wen Qing missed it, Wen Yanxi picked up the treasure.

Chen Zhaoyue is still the daughter-in-law of their Wen family.

Wen Qimin poured a cup of hot water for Chen Zhaoyue and said straight to the point: "Yueyue ah——"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Wen Qimin remembered that he had rashly called Chen Zhaoyue like this, and she might not be used to it, so he quickly asked: "Can I call you that?"

Chen Zhaoyue's eyebrows curved: "Of course, uncle."

Wen Qimin smiled and nodded, his rough hands stroking the armrests of the wooden sofa. "You helped a lot in interrogating the prisoner today. I will apply for meritorious service for you. Now I have something else that I would like to ask for your help."

"Uncle, you don't have to be so polite to me. Just tell me if there is anything I can do." Chen Zhaoyue held the enamel pot, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a faint smile appeared.

"You can definitely do it." Wen Qimin coughed lightly and lowered his voice to say, "Do you have any acupuncture techniques? Can you give Zhang Qing and Shadan acupuncture?"

Chen Zhaoyue blinked innocently: "Are you talking about the kind of acupuncture that won't kill them immediately, but will still make them suffer?"

Wen Qimin liked talking to smart people. A gleam flashed in his old eyes: "Is that so?"

Chen Zhaoyue imitated him and coughed lightly, then whispered, "Yes! Uncle, when is the best time to give them acupuncture?"