Chapter 468

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It seems that the Federation's data is very comprehensive. There are no secrets in this world, only public secrets.

There must be their reasons for not saying anything.

The scholarly-looking man smiled, his attitude extremely mild and gentle, "Perhaps we should invite him to be questioned. After all, he's the person most familiar with you. Perhaps he can give us some clues, don't you think"

Warming was furious inside; those damn people were actually using Ye Feimo to threaten her.

I can’t fall for it, I can’t fall for it. I mustn’t harm Wushuang in any way; absolutely not.

Otherwise, I’d be even more guilty towards the Ye Family.

"I have already divorced him. His affairs are completely unrelated to me. What do I care about a former husband who is sick and dead If you want to invite him for questioning, go ahead. Perhaps he really knows something. Invite him but let me go," Warming said coldly, her tone sharp and ruthless.

The scholarly-looking man frowned as he narrowed his eyes in the same sharp manner.

Wil and Daniel exchanged a glance before leaning back, seemingly quite helpless towards Warming's reaction. Wil spoke in a low voice, "Girl, if you continue to waste our time like this, it will be to no one’s benefit."

"I don't want to waste each other's time either; you're also wasting my time. Perhaps the person is just one of my fans who was very interested in my birthmark and specially tattooed one for herself as a result. I have quite a name domestically, and internationally, I am somewhat well-known too. Some fans can be very fanatical towards their idols – anything they do isn’t strange at all; imitating fashion styles, walking mannerisms, voices aren’t odd either – so imitating a tattoo isn't surprising either. You can look into this direction for clues," Warming said coolly as she faced the FBI’s questioning in a calm and intelligent manner.

Sometimes, however, composure and cleverness are of no help to her.

The Interpol has been investigating Wu Shuang for many years without any leads. They had to hand the case over to the FBI. If the FBI couldn't find anything either, they wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure. Therefore, when they finally got a clue, even if it was just an inference with no evidence to support it, they didn't want to let go of it.

“If that's the case, don't blame us for being rude. We'll give her a taste of what it feels like.” Wil said in a deep voice as several detectives behind him came forward and dragged Nu Wen along with her chair to the center. Nu Wen was worried and asked, "What are you guys going to do Let me go, let me go..."

Nu Wen, together with her chair, was dragged to the very center where one of the men quickly put an iron chain around her neck while another swung the armrests, lifting Nu Wen along with the chair...

The iron chains wrapped tightly around her neck made it hard for her to breathe. It hurt so much that she felt like she was hanging vertically from the ceiling, unable to breathe. Due to oxygen deprivation, severe pain and dizziness overwhelmed her brain while her face turned blue from lack of air; the cold chain was tightly coiled around her neck, as if trying to strangle her.

It's so uncomfortable...

So uncomfortable... She wanted to cry for help but her voice got stuck in her throat. The discomfort made it impossible for her to utter a single word.

The darkness before her eyes gradually deepened, then the man suddenly released the armrests, and Nu Wen fell to the center along with her chair as the chains loosened; she leaned weakly against the chair, with severe headaches feeling like someone was chopping up her bones with a steel knife. She clutched at her neck while coughing uncontrollably...

The air slowly filled her lungs again and she felt slightly better.

Wil asked, "Do you know who she is"

Weak and trembling, she leaned against something, pressing her lips together as her face turned deathly pale. Do you recognize them

What difference does it make if you do or don't

Can you escape the consequences

"N… No!" She stuttered這幾個字徹底激怒了他們，丹尼爾使了一個眼色，男子又把鐵鏈纏在溫暖脖頸上。她試圖用手掰開，卻被狠狠一扳，骨頭幾乎要斷裂，疼得溫暖慘叫一聲，在還冇來得及反應之前又被吊了起來。

This process was repeated five times, almost taking her life. When she was dropped after the fifth time, Warm spewed out a mouthful of blood that stained her chest, turning it red. Will asked again, "Do you recognize her"

Her consciousness was blurred, making it difficult for her to speak clearly. However, with cold resolve, she managed to say in a clear voice, "N… No."

The torture continued: iron chains hoisted her up and down, black cloth was placed over her face, cold water was poured on her head causing oxygen deprivation, gradually thinning out her consciousness until it became distant. Warm struggled fiercely at the brink of death.

Despite the harsh and cruel interrogation, she managed to keep her wits about her, refusing to say anything that would haunt her later. She preferred enduring torture over betraying her conscience. Although she had always been afraid of pain since childhood, this time unexpectedly, she endured it.

Fainting and being splashed with water to wake up, fainting again and then being splashed awake once more...

Will repeated his question a few times about whether or not she recognized the person in the photo. Warm didn’t utter a single word; she could no longer speak.

The scholarly-looking man narrowed his eyes as Will and Daniel turned to look at him. He shrugged, then the phone rang. Will answered it, spoke for a moment, glanced back at Warm, and hung up with an unsympathetic expression. By now, Warm had fainted on the iron chair, her breath shallow, long hair plastered to her cheeks and chest from being wet, mixed with blood, looking extremely disheveled.

Wills snorted. "This artist has quite an ego. The higher-ups personally called, forbidding us from torturing her. They'll take responsibility for the consequences."

"Who made that call"

"It came down from above under pressure from different government departments. We can't afford to hurt this criminal; she must have some pull to get so many people involved. Something's definitely off," Wills said coldly.

"There’s definitely something fishy here. She must know something," Daniel stated confidently.

Wills looked at the unconscious Nu Ran and shrugged, asking, "What do we do"

The two men simultaneously turned to the gentleman-like man leaning by the side and asked for his opinion. Government departments often have checks and balances on each other, making it difficult for them to figure out the situation in a hurry. If they continued interrogating Nu Ran, she wouldn’t last.

If she died, who would be responsible

The gentleman-like man said, "Let's take her upstairs first."

Several people left the basement with Nu Ran, leaving her behind. Under the bright lights, blood covered Nu Ran’s face and drenched her clothes. Her waist and wrists were bleeding where she had been bound. The salt water seeped into her skin. Even unconscious, pain caused her brows to furrow.

The basement was momentarily silent except for dripping sounds.

The person in charge of the case of Wu Shuang from the FBI had an argument with their superior and firmly refused to release Nu Ran, asserting that she must be connected to Wu Shuang. She couldn’t give a reasonable explanation for her butterfly birthmark, which was suspicious.fore you leave. After all, this is the hard-earned money for your efforts,” said Mo Baixue in a lecturing tone. Moyao asked, "Are you really short of cash""What are you talking about Even my hair is w...