Chapter 2335 - 2328: Ruthless Yue Qianhui
"If I can save them, I definitely will." Wang Dadong solemnly promised.
Being a spy is one of the most dangerous missions; there is a constant threat to life. Even if they sacrifice themselves, no one will remember them, not even the country will acknowledge their identity.
For these unsung heroes who silently guard the nation, Wang Dadong naturally held them in reverence.
Returning to the Imperial Palace, Wang Dadong appeared directly in Leng Qingqian’s room.
Originally, Leng Qingqian wanted to harshly scold Wang Dadong, that bastard; he had told her not to leave the room and then disappeared for several hours. But when she saw Wang Dadong looking so heavy-hearted, she couldn’t muster her anger.
"What happened?" Leng Qingqian asked softly.
Wang Dadong sighed: "Our people have been captured."
Although Leng Qingqian didn’t know the specifics, she had learned some espionage tactics after coming down from the mountain, so she knew the consequences if a spy was caught.
Wang Dadong left Leng Qingqian’s bedroom, this time through the door instead of the window.
Back in the bedroom, Wang Dadong immediately called the Empress. If he wanted to rescue Nightingale and Black Hawk, breaking through with the Empress might be the only way.
"Little Divine Doctor, what’s the call about, sister? Are you thinking of visiting the Imperial Palace again?" The Empress’s voice was pleasant and captivating over the phone.
"Yes, I’d like to visit the Imperial Palace again."
"Then come out quickly, sister will take you there."
Soon, Wang Dadong appeared on Yue Qianhui’s fragrant bed.
This time, Wang Dadong used all his tricks, thoroughly exhausting the Empress.
Yue Qianhui lay on the bed like a limp pile of mud, without the strength to even lift her arm. Her perfect body was exposed, covered in beads of sweat, with a fragrance that was intoxicating.
"Little Divine Doctor, you’re amazing, sister doesn’t even have the strength to take you for a tour of the Imperial Palace." Despite being completely paralyzed, Yue Qianhui’s body and mind felt immensely satisfied.
"No problem, I’ll give the Empress Sister a massage, and then you’ll have the strength."
Sure enough, after Wang Dadong massaged her back a few times, Yue Qianhui felt revitalized.
After another bout of passion, the two finally lay quietly side by side.
"Empress Sister, what shall we play next?"
"You just played with sister, still have energy?" Yue Qianhui didn’t want to move again.
"I have plenty of energy. How about I continue touring the Imperial Palace?" Wang Dadong said, ready to go again.
Yue Qianhui quickly shoved Wang Dadong off her, "Little Divine Doctor, let’s not tour the Imperial Palace anymore, okay? Sister is about to die."
"Then what should we do with so much time left? I don’t feel like sleeping at all today," Wang Dadong said somewhat depressingly.
"How about I take Little Divine Doctor to do something exciting?"
Wang Dadong was immediately intrigued, "Where is Empress Sister going to take me?"
"You’ll love it," the Empress smiled mysteriously and started getting dressed.
Soon, Wang Dadong and the Empress arrived in a basement.
When Wang Dadong saw the scene in the basement, he was stunned.
In the basement were two people imprisoned, a man and a woman.
Wang Dadong recognized the woman; it was Nightingale, who had contacted him.
At this moment, Nightingale was stripped naked and hung in mid-air, her body covered in fierce whip marks. She had already fallen unconscious.
As for the man, he was in an even worse state, with practically no intact skin, his body looking like it had been flayed piece by piece with a knife, blood dripping, horrifying to behold.
"Empress, he’s dead," Black Sha said indifferently.
"Did he confess anything?"
"Nothing at all."
"Dead is dead; we still have one more person." Yue Qianhui slowly walked to Nightingale and splashed water on her face.
Nightingale immediately came to.
"You demon! You won’t die a good death!" Nightingale cried and screamed as soon as she woke up.
The previous hours had been the most terrifying for Nightingale because she had watched her partner being skinned alive in front of her eyes.
Yue Qianhui sneered disdainfully, "Even if I don’t die well, it’ll be better than you."
Having said that, she turned to Wang Dadong, "Little Divine Doctor, I wonder if you like to play flaying games?"
At this moment, Wang Dadong realized what kind of person Yue Qianhui truly was. He also understood that her bringing him here wasn’t just for fun—she probably suspected him.
The shock on Wang Dadong’s face quickly vanished, replaced by a radiant smile, "Empress Sister, what’s so fun about flaying? I have something much more enjoyable."
Yue Qianhui was taken aback but then became interested, "Oh? Little Divine Doctor, do tell, what could be more enjoyable than flaying?"
"I have an acupuncture technique that can amplify pain sensations by several or even tenfold. Even the slightest pain will make her want to die if I needle her a few times," Wang Dadong licked his lips bloodthirstily.
"Oh? Is that true? Then, Little Divine Doctor, demonstrate it to me."
Wang Dadong nodded and immediately pulled a hair from his head. With Inner Strength, it instantly became rigid.
"The first needle can amplify the pain by tenfold!"
Wang Dadong inserted the hair, hardened by cold energy, into Nightingale’s Waizhong point.
"The second needle can amplify it tenfold again!"
Wang Dadong placed the second needle into Nightingale’s Qimen point.
After being pricked by two needles, Nightingale immediately felt the wounds on her body, which had become numb, feel burning hot and increasingly painful.
"Empress Sister, you can now torture her. Even a gentle pinch will feel like a knife cut," Wang Dadong said, pinching Nightingale’s arm lightly.
"Ah!" Nightingale immediately let out a heart-rending scream.
"Little Divine Doctor, you’re amazing. Nightingale, I advise you to confess honestly," Yue Qianhui became excited.
"Empress Sister, I must remind you that after a hundredfold increase in pain, it’s easy for her to die from a mental breakdown, so be careful not to play her to death, or it won’t be fun anymore," Wang Dadong reminded her.
Yue Qianhui sneered; she didn’t care about Nightingale’s life or death. If she dies, she dies. Even though the USB drive is missing, taking it out of the Imperial Palace is an impossibility.
"Smack!"
The whip cracked on Nightingale’s shoulder, and Nightingale began to scream, her cries heart-wrenching.
The pain amplified a hundredfold. A light pinch felt like a knife’s cut, and now with Yue Qianhui’s whip, it was as if her bones were being sawed apart piece by piece—pain piercing the soul!