Urban Romantic Divine Doctor
Chapter 65, Tortured for a Confession

Chapter 65: Chapter 65, Tortured for a Confession

Zhou Jian didn’t know what background Xu Wendong had, but he knew Li Zhenfeng valued him highly, otherwise, he wouldn’t have invited Xu Wendong at such a critical juncture.

Of course, even without considering how much Li Zhenfeng valued Xu Wendong, just the fact that his subordinates had arrested someone at Di Hao Nightclub was no small matter.

Because they were not supposed to interfere in the underworld affairs, once they violated this, it was tantamount to admitting collusion.

That could cost them their jobs and land them in jail!

"You better hope Xu Wendong isn’t hurt, otherwise, neither of us will be able to get away with this." Deng Wencheng’s eyes were filled with panic.

Zhou Jian nervously swallowed and then took out his phone to call Wang Jinchang, but no one answered, leaving him with an ominous foreboding.

Without further thought, he stepped on the gas pedal, and the car shot out like an arrow at top speed.

Meanwhile.

From the back seat, Deng Wencheng also dialed a number. Once connected, he spoke in an indisputable tone, "Captain Sun, dispatch the SWAT team, raid the South City Di Hao Nightclub."

"Yes, right now."

"I want to hear your good news within half an hour."

Zhou Jian, who was driving, felt extremely uneasy. Seeing Deng Wencheng hang up, he couldn’t help but ask, "Director Deng, shouldn’t we report this to our superiors?"

"When the hell are we supposed to report, eh?" Deng Wencheng raged, fiery as ever.

Zhou Jian whispered, "Even so, Zhao Sihai has connections higher up. Impulsively moving against him might cause chaos in South City, which would be detrimental to its order!"

He actually knew about Zhao Sihai’s affairs, and the reason they hadn’t moved against him fundamentally was because Zhao Sihai’s influence could control the unsavory elements in South City, which was beneficial for its peace.

Of course, Zhao Sihai also had backing higher up, and it was said that he spent a large amount of money to maintain these connections every year.

Deng Wencheng said coldly, "Blame only Zhao Sihai for violating the rules. Since he used us to solve his problems, he should have some awareness, we are definitely not the knife in his hand."

"We are a double-edged sword, and he should be prepared for the outcome of backlash."

Zhou Jian sighed secretly, Zhao Sihai might not be very smart, but Wu Mei beside him was renowned in the underworld as the Female Zhuge. Why didn’t she stop Zhao Sihai from calling the police?

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South City Sub-bureau.

Xu Wendong was tied to a cross-shaped stainless steel frame, and Wang Jinchang sat expressionlessly to the side, with two people ready with whips and rubber batons.

"Xu Wendong, confess now and sign your statement, there’s still time." Wang Jinchang smoked a cigarette, displaying no emotion.

Xu Wendong’s eyes were icy, "Director Wang, I advise you to release me now, and I might still speak well of you. Otherwise, don’t blame me for exposing your extraction of confessions under torture and collusion with the Black Dragon Hall to the world."

Wang Jinchang sneered continuously, "Xu Wendong, do you think you can leave here? Even if you could, you’d merely be transferred to a detention center and eventually land in a prison—your final destination. You will never have the opportunity to disclose my actions to the world."

"Not willing to confess, are you? Good, I like your tough bones, just want to see how tough your mouth really is." With that, he stood up, took the rubber baton from a young man’s hand, and slammed it hard into Xu Wendong’s chest.

Thud!

After one hit, Xu Wendong felt as if his ribs shattered. The excruciating pain made him clench his teeth tightly, and he even bled from biting too hard.

Although he was a cultivator at the Dual Layer of Yin-Cultivating Realm, his physical body was only slightly stronger than an average person, essentially not much different. Thus, being hit with a rubber baton was quite painful.

"Wang Jinchang, you will regret this, and even if you kneel before me to beg for my forgiveness, I will not forgive you," Xu Wendong said with a face full of madness.

"Kneel before you and beg for forgiveness? Spit, what are you?" Wang Jinchang, in a sudden rage, raised the rubber baton once again and smashed it against Xu Wendong.

The severe pain deeply stimulated Xu Wendong’s nerves, almost making him cry out, but he clenched his teeth harder, the hatred in his eyes becoming more evident.

"Do you confess?"

"Will you sign?"

Wang Jinchang swung the rubber baton, pummeling Xu Wendong nearly to the point of suffocation, his facial features contorted together. In all his years, it was his first time enduring such torture.

Yet, he didn’t succumb, knowing full well that signing such a confession meant a life of unending imprisonment awaited him.

"A tough bone indeed, since that’s the case, let me show you what the whip feels like!" Wang Jinchang, tired from battering, casually tossed the rubber baton aside and picked up a dark leather whip.

Snap!

Swinging fiercely, Xu Wendong’s chest immediately split open, the intense agony felt like burning fire and slicing knives, far more painful than the rubber baton.

"Let me kneel before you in repentance?"

"Do you think you’re the king of heaven?"

The more Wang Jinchang spoke, the angrier he became, and the whip in his hand lashed Xu Wendong fiercely, moments later leaving his front shredded, even his clothing becoming tattered.

Xu Wendong gritted his teeth, anger boiling within his heart. He truly wanted to break free and retaliate, but should he? Upon resisting, he would step into irreparable damnation!

On the other side.

Zhao Sihai was sipping fine red wine at Di Hao Nightclub, celebrating today’s victory. Though his men were hurt, he had resolved the big problem of Xu Wendong.

He was already fantasizing about the scene after securing the South City redevelopment project, not to mention the potential massive profit, merely acquiring a government project was like gilding his reputation.

This implied he already gained government approval, and from then on, who dared to undercut him? Who dared say he wasn’t respectable?

At this moment.

Zhao Sihai’s phone suddenly lit up; he received a text message from a familiar sender, his previous consultant Wu Mei.

"Go, now, leave Qingyuan immediately!"

Upon seeing this message, Zhao Sihai frowned, murmuring, "What is this woman up to? Didn’t she say we’re parting ways? Why now send this inexplicable message?"

Curious though he was, he didn’t contact Wu Mei.

Agreed upon parting ways, he naturally wouldn’t call Wu Mei to inquire. Doing so would make him seem incompetent, suggesting without Wu Mei, he achieved nothing.

At that very moment, a group of special forces and riot police stormed in, startling Zhao Sihai to the point where even the goblet in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

The leading middle-aged man pulled out an arrest warrant, stone-faced, "Zhao Sihai, this is an arrest warrant, you’re suspected of multiple criminal offenses. Please come with us for investigation!"

"Of course, if you have objections, you’re welcome to try and resist."

Zhao Sihai felt his scalp go numb, so many gun barrels aimed at my head, is there any need for resistance?

Yet, could someone tell me, what on earth just happened?

Why dispatch the riot squad to arrest me?