hatred

Chen Chao did not answer Song Zifeng's question. He was still calming his emotions and could not speak for a moment.

Fortunately, Song Zifeng didn't expect Chen Chao to answer.

Song Zifeng remained standing. His right foot was on the switch for the electric chair, and to his left was a long table with various items on it.

As soon as Chen Chao and Lin Yu entered the warehouse, they saw this table and realized that the items on the table were most likely to be used on Chen Chao.

At this moment, Song Zifeng took a soft whip from the table, threw it forcefully at Chen Chao's feet, and then looked at Lin Yu and said, "You suffered a lot when you were in my hands. Now I'm giving you a chance to get revenge on this culprit."

Lin Yu's pupils suddenly contracted as he watched Song Zifeng, but he remained standing there, silent and motionless, like a mere tool.

"Actually, I originally wanted to come myself, since revenge is more satisfying when done personally. But now I have to step on this switch that concerns Chenxi's life, so I can only give you the opportunity."

Lin Yu still didn't move.

Song Zifeng's eyes turned dangerous.

"Steve, make your move." Chen Chao finally managed to control his breathing and gave the order.

"I'm not good with soft weapons." Lin Yu was still struggling.

He knew his words were unnecessary. No one in the world knew better than Chen Chao what he was good at and what he wasn't. But he needed time to accept, to accept that he was about to hurt Chen Chao.

"Isn't it better if you're not good at it? Playing with people doesn't require skill." Seeing the two struggling, Song Zifeng felt even better.

Chen Chao took a deep breath, controlled his trembling body, and reiterated his command: "Steve, do it."

Lin Yu had no choice but to squat down, pick up the soft whip, and then step back to a suitable position for the execution.

"Snap." Lin Yu didn't dare to use force, and the whip landed softly on Chen Chao's back. But even so, the tip of the whip still left a horrifying red mark.

Lin Yu felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart.

Chen Chao gritted his teeth and, before Song Zifeng could speak, gave the order again: "Push harder!"

Lin Yu wanted to escape, but he knew he absolutely couldn't close his eyes now. Chen Chao had entrusted everything to him; he had to hold on.

He flicked his wrist, the whip whistling through the air, and when it struck Chen Chao's back, drops of blood splattered.

"Ugh!" Chen Chao's body trembled violently as he knelt on the ground, almost losing his balance. An uncontrollable groan escaped his lips.

He had never been trained in torture and had never known how to scientifically resist it.

Holding the whip handle, Lin Yu began to hate himself for not being good at using soft weapons. A person who is good at using a whip can wield it with great force and be very frightening, but when the whip actually lands on a person, it will only cause swelling, without scratching the skin or drawing blood.

The training camp taught him how to use a whip, but he found it impractical and never touched it again after the basic course. Now he deeply regrets it.

Seeing Chen Chao's pained expression and the bloodied whip tip, Song Zifeng was finally satisfied: "Keep this strength, keep hitting him until I say stop."

The soft whip was extremely powerful; after just three lashes, Chen Chao could no longer kneel. He fell forward, barely managing to prop himself up with his hands before collapsing completely to the ground.

Chen Chao struggled to kneel up again, but Song Zifeng said condescendingly, "If you can't kneel, don't force yourself. It's quite amusing to watch you roll around on the ground."

So Chen Chao gave up kneeling and lay prone on the ground to endure the whipping from behind.

He tried his best to suppress his weak cries of pain, but he couldn't. The pain robbed him of most of his self-control.

He was trembling all over, and cold sweat mixed with blood flowed onto the ground, leaving a mess.

The rapid loss of his strength made his consciousness begin to blur. He unconsciously curled himself up, but the moment the wound on his back touched the ground, the pain jolted him awake.

He lay on the ground like a dead fish, giving up, struggling to maintain the last shred of consciousness.

Suddenly the whip stopped, and he finally got a moment to catch his breath.

"Why did it stop? I didn't say stop," Song Zifeng asked.

“If we keep hitting him, someone will die, and he’s about to pass out. I don’t think you’ll be satisfied if he really does pass out,” Lin Yu replied expressionlessly.

Song Zifeng looked Lin Yu up and down curiously: "I thought you would want him to faint sooner, since the sooner he faints, the sooner you'll be free."

Lin Yu stepped forward and stood next to Chen Chao, sighing helplessly: "Song Zifeng, I was adopted and brainwashed by the Special Security Bureau since I was a child. Obeying their orders is ingrained in my bones. I have never known what resistance is."

So he wants me to use myself as bait to lure you into a trap, and I will do it. He wants me to cooperate with him to kill Karim, and I will do that too. He wants me to guarantee he gets out alive today, and I will definitely guarantee he gets out alive.

I will not disobey orders, but that does not mean I have no questions about any of this.

During the whipping just now, I suddenly realized that I also wanted to vent. After suppressing it for so long, I had never realized that I also harbored hatred.

You're right. I suffered a lot last time, and I do want revenge.

Song Zifeng looked at Lin Yu in surprise, raising an eyebrow with amusement: "When I arrested you last time, you said you loved him. How come you've become so cold-blooded now?"

“Love can be consumed. If you knew what I went through with Karim, you would understand me.” Lin Yu said, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his eyes revealing undisguised hatred.

"And he still trusted you so much that he brought you in?"

“I said I would obey orders. So whether he loves me or not is not important to him.” A cold smile flashed across Lin Yu’s face.

"But he's not unconscious yet. Aren't you afraid he'll retaliate against you after he gets out? I'm a dead man, I don't care, but what about you?"

“I am his best agent. As long as I continue to obey orders, he will not abandon me. He has always been that kind of person,” Lin Yu answered with certainty.

Song Zifeng stared at Lin Yu in silence for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter. After he finished laughing, he stared at Chen Chao, who was lying on the ground, and said disdainfully, "Chen Chao, did you hear that? The people you trust may not necessarily obey you. What's the difference between you and me? When you were targeting me, did you ever think about what would happen to you today? Hahaha, hahahaha! What goes around comes around!"

Chen Chao lay on the ground, looking up at Lin Yu in despair. Seeing the look of disgust in Lin Yu's eyes, even the last glimmer of light in his eyes vanished.

The greatest despair is a broken heart, and at this moment, Chen Chao's heart died.

Song Zifeng grew increasingly smug, and he asked Lin Yu with amusement, "So what are you planning to do now?"

“He’s about to faint, I need to give him adrenaline,” Lin Yu replied calmly.

“Okay, you can do it.” Song Zifeng readily agreed.

Lin Yu crouched down and flipped Chen Chao, who was lying on the ground, onto his back. The moment Chen Chao's back hit the ground, he convulsed in pain. But Lin Yu held him down firmly, preventing him from even struggling.

"Ah!" Chen Chao let out an unbearable cry of pain, a sound so terrible it was almost inhuman. He tried to pull his arm away from Lin Yu's grasp, but his feeble struggles were futile in the face of Lin Yu's absolute strength.

Lin Yu performed the disinfection and injection procedures with great skill.

After he finished the injection, he stood up and looked at Song Zifeng, saying calmly, "Alright, he won't faint for now. What are you planning to do? We can't use the whip anymore; his tolerance is low, and it could really kill him."

Song Zifeng picked up a bottle containing white powder from the table: "What do you think about rubbing salt into a wound?"

Lin Yu looked at Song Zifeng and thought for a moment before saying, "Prove to me that this really contains salt."

"You really are cautious." Song Zifeng was in a good mood and didn't feel offended. He opened the bottle, licked it, sprinkled some on his skin, and then threw the bottle at Lin Yu.

Lin Yu took the bottle, rubbed some powder on it with his fingers, and then exchanged a glance with Song Zifeng.

“It really is salt.” Song Zifeng shrugged.

Lin Yu squatted down, picked Chen Chao up from the ground, and let Chen Chao's upper body lean against his chest.

At this moment, Chen Chao was like a broken puppet, without even the strength to resist.

Lin Yu sprinkled white salt grains onto Chen Chao's back little by little, and Chen Chao immediately felt so much pain that his limbs stiffened.

Chen Chao's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were bloodshot from endurance, but all his struggles and resistance were suppressed by Lin Yu with absolute power.

Finally, he could no longer bear it, and he burst into tears without restraint. All his composure vanished with his tears at that moment.

After the entire bottle of salt was used up, Lin Yu released Chen Chao and stood up. Chen Chao immediately collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Song Zifeng could see that Chen Chao was on the verge of collapse, and with just one more push, he would fall into hell.

Very well, that's exactly what he wanted to achieve.

He wanted to drag Chen Chao along to report to hell.

"Crawl to my feet and let me see your pathetic state," Song Zifeng ordered.

These words made Chen Chao pause for a moment, and even his sobs stopped.

"You've endured this long, are you really going to give up at this point? Don't you value your sister's life?"

Chen Chao closed his eyes in despair, and slowly used the last of his strength to adjust himself into a quadruped position, crawling step by step toward Song Zifeng, just like a docile big dog.

Lin Yu also followed Chen Chao toward Song Zifeng.

Chen Chao slowly crawled to Song Zifeng's feet, trembling all over. Song Zifeng raised his left foot and kicked him, and he immediately collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, Chen Chao's cheeks were swollen, his face was covered in tears, and he looked utterly pathetic. Song Zifeng smiled triumphantly, as if he had received the greatest praise in the world.

However, just as he was laughing most triumphantly, his right foot was suddenly stepped on, and a sharp throwing knife slashed across his neck, the spurting blood staining the incandescent light bulb on the roof bright red.

Because of his smugness and lowered his guard against Lin Yu, he forgot to maintain a safe distance from this strongest fighter.

He stared at Lin Yu in disbelief, wanting to say something, but no sound came out of his throat.

“You don’t understand anything at all,” Lin Yu whispered in his ear. “None of his agents hate him. Everything we did was voluntary.”

After Lin Yu finished speaking, he plunged a dagger into Song Zifeng's heart.

He was indeed not good at using soft weapons, but he was very good at using cold weapons.