Chapter 79: Who Let You Hit Like That?

If we let that old bastard Fujiwara Kinta keep biting the police station and not let go, my work in Songhu would be hard to carry out.

The number one scapegoat under heaven naturally has to be someone with weight.

Chen Yongren looked in the direction where Hu Xingrui was.

At this moment he held his head high, escorting Pinglu Ichiro, while blustering and driving away the crowds on both sides of the street.

This dog traitor really is doing his duty conscientiously.

Not letting him take the blame is simply unacceptable.

If he dies for the great cause of resisting Japan, it would be considered his ancestral grave smoking with green smoke.

Upon thinking that he had just acquired the handwriting imitation expert skill, Chen Yongren instantly had an idea.

After everyone returned to the police station, Hu Xingrui immediately ordered his subordinates to lock Pinglu Ichiro in a cell inside the police station and tie him to the tiger bench.

There were not many cells, only three.

They were mainly used to temporarily detain petty thieves.

Though the sparrow is small, it has all five internal organs.

The cell contained all kinds of torture instruments.

Their purpose…

Naturally, to squeeze every last penny out of those criminals.

Now they happen to be usable against Pinglu Ichiro.

"Sir, you may rest; thank you for your hard work during the arrest just now!" Hu Xingrui said, bowing and nodding to the several Japanese agents.

"Leave the interrogation to me!"

"When the time comes, I'll put your names at the front of the report!"

"Very well, Hu-san, we'll remember you!" The lead Japanese agent nodded satisfactorily and then led his men away to rest.

Chen Yongren knew Pinglu Ichiro was a fake Japanese agent; giving him a couple of blows during the arrest to vent anger was enough.

Although he struck hard, that poor fellow only ended up with a few broken bones and bruises all over his body.

But those interrogation tools would definitely take half a person's life, and you still wouldn't get anything out of them.

He might even earn a grudge from that old devil Fujiwara Kinta.

A typical case of effort without reward.

That said, Chen Yongren still stepped forward and said, "Chief Hu, why don't you take a rest? Let me and Haifeng handle the interrogation of this guy."

"Scram, this isn't your business." Hu Xingrui waved his hand: "You two, go wherever it's cool and stay there; don't wander in front of me."

Seeing Chen Yongren trying to steal credit, Hu Xingrui directly refused.

"I've already missed the credit for capturing him; how could I miss the credit for interrogating him?"

If we could pull out the radish and bring out the mud from this spy's mouth, digging out his superior.

Then I would have achieved great merit.

By then I would certainly be capable of taking the position of sub-bureau chief, and perhaps even soar straight to the top.

Directly assume the post of bureau chief!

Thinking of this, Hu Xingrui couldn't help but grin.

By then, if the Japanese don't skin you, that'll be not bad; Chen Yongren feigned helplessness, shook his head, and pulled Zhang Haifeng to the side.

Seeing Chen Yongren obediently step aside.

Hu Xingrui's heart grew even more excited; no matter how strong your ability, what does it matter?

You're still just a soldier under my command.

Even if you have more talent, I won't give you the credit, and you little brat can't snatch it away!

The bureau chief position will definitely be mine!

The people in the police station saw the situation.

They all secretly cursed Hu Xingrui for being shameless, relying on his chief's authority to steal his subordinates' achievements.

Hu Xingrui had already taken off his outer garment, rolled up his sleeves, walked into the cell, picked up a whip, dipped it in salt water, walked up to Pinglu Ichiro, and sneered.

"Brother, confess honestly, who is your contact!"

"This way you'll suffer less; otherwise don't blame me for being impolite!"

Having said that, Hu Xingrui whipped him.

With a crisp "crack" sound.

Pinglu Ichiro's face instantly gained a wound, and he glared fiercely at Hu Xingrui.

An elite of the glorious Japanese Imperial Special Agency, actually being interrogated by a Chinaman pig.

Pinglu Ichiro instantly felt immense shame.

But with the mission on his shoulders, he couldn't directly reveal his identity; he could only grit his teeth and endure.

"Damn it, if you won't talk, then don't blame me for being impolite!" Hu Xingrui picked up the whip and kept lashing Pinglu Ichiro's body.

Soon, Pinglu Ichiro's body was covered with dense whip marks.

The whip was already soaked in salt water, and each wound left behind was a pain that penetrated to the marrow.

"You will surely regret it; I will absolutely not let you go!" Pinglu Ichiro snarled fiercely.

He wanted to eat Hu Xingrui's heart; this dog of a thing was conducting a deadly interrogation.

Hu Xingrui paid no heed, merely treating it as tough talk: "Regret, I regret not catching you sooner; if you don't talk, I'll beat you to death!"

But Pinglu Ichiro stubbornly clenched his teeth and said not a word.

He knew very well that as long as he held out until his superior arrived, everything would be over.

Seeing Pinglu Ichiro so tight-lipped, Hu Xingrui, furious and exasperated, produced a red-hot branding iron and slammed it onto his thigh.

I'll make your mouth tough, you bastard—I'll beat you to death!

"Ah!" Pinglu Yilang let out a piercing scream.

Zi—

The air instantly filled with the aroma of roasted meat.

Speak quickly!

Where is your superior?

If you don't speak, I'll beat you to death!

You dog thing, why won't you speak!

Seeing the dream of becoming bureau chief slip further away, Hu Xingrui grew ever more unhinged, and the torture devices in the cell were used one after another.

Soon, not a single intact patch of skin remained on Pinglu Yilang's body.

"You damn it, I'll make your mouth tough!" Hu Xingrui grabbed Pinglu Yilang's jaw, picked up a pair of pliers, clamped onto a tooth in his mouth, and yanked it out hard.

Pinglu Yilang let out another anguished scream.

"Speak, or I'll pull out all your teeth!" Hu Xingrui glared at Pinglu Yilang menacingly.

Who knows what would happen if Hu Xingrui knew he was dealing with a Japanese?

He'd probably be scared stiff.

Chen Yongren was thinking about that when suddenly he heard a voice in his mind.

"Hope I didn't come too late."

"Pinglu can hold out!"

Huh?

Chen Yongren looked up toward the doorway.

Then he saw a lieutenant colonel, face grim, stride quickly inside.

Just a little anti-Japanese activist.

Naturally, there was no need for an old special agent like Tengyuan Jintai to show up in person.

Chen Yongren immediately scanned him.

A string of information appeared before his eyes.

Name: Gaoliu Xiùji.

Age: 28.

Origin: Kumamoto.

Current position: Assistant to the Agency Director of the Songhu Special Agency.

Hidden identity: None.

Assistant of the old devil Fujiwara?

Seeing an officer enter, everyone in the police station immediately stood up.

Especially those Riben agents, who hurried to his side, stood at attention and bowed, saying, "Lieutenant colonel!"

"Where are the people you just caught?" Before Gaoliu Xiùji could finish, a piercing scream rang out.

It seemed mixed with a few shouts and curses.

Gaoliu Xiùji's face instantly darkened as he followed the sound to the cell.

What he saw was Pinglu Yilang, beaten half to death.

He was bound to a tiger bench, his whole body covered in blood, his head riddled with bloody wounds, and several broken teeth lay scattered on the ground.

Hearing footsteps, Pinglu Yilang weakly lifted his head, saw Gaoliu Xiùji, a flicker of joy crossed his eyes, then his head lolled and he passed out.

Gaoliu Xiùji rushed forward, found he was merely unconscious, and let out a relieved breath.

Looking over at Hu Xingrui, who held a whip, Gaoliu Xiùji's heart filled with fury, he slapped him hard and shouted angrily.

"You bastard, who let you hit him like that!"