Chapter 369: First Volume, Chapter 369: Methods of Interrogation

First Volume, Chapter 369: Methods of Interrogation

Shen Ke did not hesitate, blurted out: "Exactly! The Tianji Camp Guards' tactics are indeed worth learning from."

Qin Feng snorted: "It's plagiarism, plain and simple—what's there to 'learn from'?"

"Understand this: teach your student well, and your own livelihood dies. You may copy the Tianji Camp's tactics, but some things you've never even seen—how can you copy them? Take interrogation techniques: in my view, your so-called terrifying methods are far too gentle."

Gentle?!

Shen Ke frowned.

Qin Feng was not exaggerating; the horrific punishments recorded in history books, though terrifying, ultimately boiled down to one thing—physical pain.

Due to a lack of substantive understanding of the human body, earlier generations had extremely limited creativity in devising punishments; no matter how much they invented, it was always the same old things.

Qin Feng looked at Shen Ke with a "smiling" expression.

Though he smiled again, this smile was utterly unlike his usual lazy, carefree demeanor.

It radiated cold, bloodthirsty menace.

"I know you're following orders, but you hurt Xiao Xiangxiang—congratulations, you've successfully enraged me."

"I'm too lazy to beat around the bush—I'll tell you plainly what will happen to you next."

"Where do you think the human body feels the most intense pain? Fingernails? Heh—I'll tell you…"

Qin Feng picked up a small stick from beside him and struck Shen Ke's calf: "Peel back the flesh to expose the bone—where the bones connect, there's a membrane…"

"And…"

Qin Feng detailed to Shen Ke—also instructing the Brocade Guard—the various torture methods he had conceived by combining his knowledge of human anatomy, movie plots, and novels, each as precise as surgery, to teach them how to break enemies with the most direct means possible.

When Qin Feng finished, the room fell utterly silent.

Not just Shen Ke—even the Brocade Guard stared in shock; Qin Feng's interrogation methods were unheard of.

Jing Qianying frowned deeply, staring at Qin Feng in disbelief.

Until now, in Jing Qianying's mind, Qin Feng was merely a wastrel.

Though he had personally trained the Tianji Camp Guards, the Brocade Guard, and other elite units, Qin Feng himself had never laid a hand on anyone.

This led Jing Qianying to believe Qin Feng couldn't bear such cruelty.

Who would have thought he was this calculatingly cruel?

Even Jing Qianying felt a chill at the tortures Qin Feng had just described.

At that moment, Qin Feng's voice spoke again.

"This is merely an appetizer. Physical pain has its limits; once reached, further gains become negligible."

"Thus, beyond that, psychological torment—this is what's truly unbearable."

"Since ancient times, there has never been a mouth that couldn't be opened. Believe me—from… never… has… there… been!"

No matter how hard the bone, as solid as a boulder, after enduring certain unspeakable tortures, one will confess everything, trading the secrets once guarded with one's life for a moment's relief.

Shen Ke had believed that even if his mission failed, he would not betray Beidi.

But now facing Qin Feng, Shen Ke began to doubt himself.

He kept asking himself: Could he truly endure all the… interrogation methods Qin Feng had described?

Jing Qianying bit her thin lips, unable to hold back: "Feng'er, you're human, not a beast—how could you…"

Before Jing Qianying finished, Qin Feng waved his hand to cut her off, his voice more serious than ever: "This is war."

"Lose your humanity, and you may lose much. Lose your savagery, and you lose everything."

Under Qin Feng's order, Shen Ke was dragged away by the Brocade Guard.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged on the Workshop Cart, letting the Brocade Guard remove every possible tool for extracting military intelligence.

He stared blankly at Xiao Xiangxiang, unconscious.

This girl was the first person Qin Feng saw when he opened his eyes in this world.

Since then, she had followed him silently, giving without asking for recognition, timid, speaking little, easily shy—the perfect prototype of the loyal maidservant in countless films and dramas.

In his past life, girls her age were still in high school, cherished as their parents' little treasures and warm little coats, weren't they?

But Xiao Xiangxiang…

Crack!

Qin Feng clenched his fist so tightly his knuckles turned white, his eyes blazing as if fire would burst forth.

If Xiao Xiangxiang suffered any harm this time, Qin Feng swore—even if he spent his entire life doing it—he would make all of Beidi pay with their lives.

As if sensing Qin Feng's fury and sorrow, Jing Qianying softly comforted: "She will pull through."

Qin Feng nodded, his voice icy: "I hope so."

After one incense stick time, the diplomatic envoy returned.

Much faster than Qin Feng expected—and Shen Ke's supposed iron will proved far weaker than imagined.

"Young Master, as you said, there are no hard bones in this world."

Qin Feng nodded calmly: "If it were me, I'd have pissed myself already."

At this, the envoy's face twisted uncomfortably; he pretended not to have heard: "Shen Ke's rank is too low—he knew only limited military intelligence. He confessed to ten plus Beidi Spies, scattered and hidden across various regions. They only assemble and act when ordered by Beidi."

Without hesitation, Qin Feng blurted: "Send the Brocade Guard to capture every exposed spy—preferably alive. Force them to reveal the rest. Capture as many as you can. The Brocade Guard will be busy from now on—go."

The envoy nodded firmly, turned to leave, then remembered something and hurriedly asked: "Young Master, how should we handle Shen Ke? He's still alive—should we squeeze more out of him?"

Qin Feng waved his hand: "Squeeze? Of course we squeeze. Squeeze until his last breath."

As Qin Feng spoke these words, his eyes never left Xiao Xiangxiang—he wanted every soul who dared harm his kin to pay with blood.

Li Lang, slumped beside him, had witnessed the entire scene; his gaze at Qin Feng now held a trace of awe.

When Qin Feng regained some strength, he rose to treat Li Lang's wounds—similar methods: disinfection and suturing. As long as the wounds didn't become infected, the issue was minor.

The next morning.

The convoy set out again on its return journey.

The convoy did not enter Minglan County, but headed straight for Jingdu.

During this time, Xiao Xiangxiang kept running a fever; lacking fever-reducing medicine and antibiotics, Qin Feng could only use physical cooling methods to try to control her temperature.

He also had her consume herbal remedies containing anti-inflammatory ingredients.

But Xiao Xiangxiang remained hovering at the gates of death, and could slip away at any moment...

By the time the convoy entered Jingdu's Palace Gate, ten days had passed.

Xiao Xiangxiang remained in a coma; whether she would awaken was now uncertain.

The ambush on the road remained unknown to all!

The Qin Family Members welcomed Qin Feng back to Beijing with great joy, but found that since his appearance, his face had remained grim, and he merely carried the unconscious Xiao Xiangxiang straight to the Back Courtyard.

Liu Hongyan and Shen Qingci immediately understood that something had happened along the way.

Shen Qingci immediately went to the Imperial Palace and waited outside the Palace Gate for Qin Tianhu's court dismissal…