Not long after, the sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from outside the door, crisp and rhythmic, approaching step by step.
The door opened, and Sister Hong walked in, still wearing that dark red cheongsam, but now carrying a whip.
The whip was entirely black, with fine barbs wrapped around its shaft. It gleamed coldly under the oil lamp, and one could tell at a glance how excruciating the pain would be when it struck someone.
Hongjie walked up to Jiang Linchuan, stopped, and looked him over with a mixture of ambiguity and ruthlessness in her eyes.
She raised her hand, her fingertips cool to the touch, and slowly traced it across his chest, over his scabbed old wounds, feeling his body stiffen momentarily.
“Mr. Jiang,” her voice was still soft and seductive, “I’m giving you one last chance. If you give in to me tonight, I promise you won’t feel any pain, you won’t have to suffer like this anymore, and I can even make your life more comfortable.”
Jiang Linchuan didn't even lift his eyelids, neither looking at her nor speaking, like a lifeless sculpture.
Hongjie's face suddenly darkened.
She was always confident in her beauty and cunning, and all the men around her were eager to be with her. However, Jiang Linchuan rejected her and ignored her time and time again, which made her feel more frustrated than ever before.
She disliked ungrateful people the most. Even though the harder the prey was to get, the more fascinated she became, she needed an outlet for her frustrations during the monotonous days in the deep mountains and forests.
The thugs here were either rude and uncouth or obsequious and servile; they were simply not good enough for her.
Only Jiang Linchuan, a man of integrity, good looks, and intelligence, was like a delicious dish that she couldn't resist.
"You think you can get away with this by staying silent?" Sister Hong withdrew her fingers, tightening her grip on the whip. "Jiang Linchuan, I want to see just how tough you are, and whether you can endure tonight's torment."
The light from the oil lamp illuminated her face, making her appear half alluring and half fierce, like a poisonous rose.
Jiang Linchuan remained silent, but slowly raised his head and looked directly at her.
It was very calm; there was no fear, and no pleading.
"Smack—!"
A crisp and ruthless sound exploded in the torture chamber.
The barbed whip in Sister Hong's hand whistled through the air as it lashed out at Jiang Linchuan's chest.
The fabric was instantly torn, and sharp barbs embedded themselves deeply into his flesh, drawing out a string of blood beads. The pain made his chest tighten and cold sweat bead on his forehead.
Hongjie seemed to have been ignited with a violent streak, and the whip in her hand lashed him mercilessly across his chest and thighs, each strike accompanied by the sound of tearing fabric and scraping flesh.
The barbs pierced his skin, and blood trickled down the wound, soaking his thin clothes.
Jiang Linchuan gritted his teeth and withstood every blow.
Pain swept through his entire body, and the wound burned as if countless needles were piercing him at the same time, but he just clenched his fists tightly and didn't utter a single groan.
He had received the most professional training in resisting torture and had encountered countless life-or-death crises while carrying out missions. His body had long been honed to have extremely high tolerance. Although this physical pain was difficult to endure, he could still bear it.
His gaze remained icy, fixed on Sister Hong's face, which was slightly distorted by rage.
After being lashed more than a dozen times, Sister Hong's breathing gradually became heavy, and her arms began to ache. She finally managed to vent some of her anger.
She stopped what she was doing, shook her wrist, and looked at Jiang Linchuan, who was covered in injuries but still stood up straight. A complex emotion flashed in her eyes.
Besides anger, there was also a hint of a stirred desire to conquer.
She put down the whip, raised her hand to tidy her slightly messy hair, and put on that charming expression again. She walked slowly to Jiang Linchuan and gently traced the edge of the wound on his chest with her fingertips.
"Tsk tsk, what a tough nut to crack." Sister Hong's voice carried a hint of amusement. "You're so resistant, are you perhaps keeping yourself chaste for your fiancée?"
She leaned down, whispering in Jiang Linchuan's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "I've seen your fiancée's picture. She is indeed beautiful, young and vibrant, much better than me, this middle-aged woman. But men, aren't they all looking for something new? You haven't tasted my goodness, how do you know I can't compare to her?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Sister Hong twisted her waist and straddled Jiang Linchuan's waist, clamping her legs around his body and grabbing his clothes with both hands, then yanked them hard.
With a tearing sound, his clothes, already ripped by the whip, were completely torn apart, revealing his scarred yet still sturdy chest.
"Look at you," Sister Hong said, her fingers circling his wound gently, her tone slightly reproachful. "I wanted you to enjoy yourself comfortably, but you refused and insisted on forcing me to use force."
She lowered her head, her nose almost touching Jiang Linchuan's forehead, her eyes filled with ambiguity. "I was originally going to give you three days to think it over, but I suddenly got the urge tonight, so I'll have to trouble you. Don't worry, I'll make you feel like you're in heaven, and show you what true paradise is."
Jiang Linchuan's body tensed instantly, and his stomach churned.
He abruptly turned his head away from her touch, his eyes filled with disgust. "Get away!"
Sister Hong's smile froze for a moment. "You're still being stubborn even now? No problem, I have plenty of ways to make you give in."
As she spoke, she continued to tear at Jiang Linchuan's clothes with both hands, her movements rough yet deliberately provocative.
The air in the torture chamber grew increasingly ambiguous and oppressive. Jiang Linchuan's heart pounded faster and faster, not because of desire, but because of extreme anger.
It seems today is the opportunity!
Jiang Linchuan suddenly sprang up, his arms, which had seemed to be firmly bound by iron chains, suddenly exerted force and pulled downwards fiercely!
"Snap!"
A sharp crack shattered the ambiguous atmosphere of the torture chamber; the iron chain on her wrist had broken in the middle!
During his imprisonment, Jiang Linchuan appeared compliant, but in reality, he never stopped plotting.
He had long discovered the weak point of the chain's connection was rusted. Every day, during the breaks between meals and rest, he would use his fingernails, stones, or even pebbles from the corner of the wall to pry and wear it down little by little, until only a thin layer of iron remained. He was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to break free.
All that forbearance before was just waiting for the perfect moment to strike and win!
Now, there's no need to endure it any longer!
Before the smile on Sister Hong's face had faded, she was so startled by this sudden turn of events that she froze, her eyes wide with astonishment.
Before she could react, Jiang Linchuan was like a tiger released from its cage, grabbing the back of her neck with his left hand and pressing down on her shoulder with his right, exerting force suddenly.
"Thump!"
A dull thud was heard.
Hongjie's forehead was slammed hard against the torture rack next to her!
The shelf shook violently from the impact, and the soldering iron and chains on it fell off.
Hongjie felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, her head buzzing, and she couldn't even scream before her body went limp and collapsed.
Jiang Linchuan broke free of the remaining chains and staggered to his feet.
His wounds were aggravated by the movement, causing him great pain, but it did not hinder his actions at all.
He looked down at Sister Hong, who was lying on the ground, raised his right foot, and stomped hard on her chest, pinning her to the ground. The force was so great that Sister Hong couldn't help but groan.
He turned around and picked up a torture device with a hook from the ground.
Those were the iron hooks used to pinch fingers, sharp and pointed.
Jiang Linchuan squatted down, pressed his left hand on Sister Hong's waist, and gripped the iron hook in his right hand, and slashed it towards the side of her cheongsam without hesitation!
With a tearing sound, the cheongsam was easily ripped, and the thin cloth wrapped around Sister Hong's waist was also snagged.
A small black notebook fell out and landed on the dusty ground.
It was the important document he had been keeping in mind!
Jiang Linchuan immediately released the iron hook, bent down to pick up the notebook, stuffed it into his tattered clothes, and hid it close to his body.
After doing all this, he raised his foot again and kicked Sister Hong hard in the chest!
"puff--!"
Sister Hong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered on the ground, staining the dust red.
She struggled to lift her head, her eyes unfocused yet filled with unbelievable terror, staring intently at Jiang Linchuan.
She never imagined that this man, imprisoned in chains and suffering endless torment, would actually be able to break free from those seemingly sturdy chains!
“You… how could you…” Sister Hong’s voice was hoarse and broken, tinged with blood.
Jiang Linchuan looked down at her, his face expressionless. "You can go die now!"
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