This is like a one-way valve, the water keeps pouring in, and the towel prevents you from spitting it out.

The water filling the stomach, lungs, and trachea, along with the bronchi, causes unbearable irritation to the human body, inflicting continuous suffocation and near-drowning agony on the victim.

Thus, since its inception in the Middle Ages, waterboarding has always been recognized as a form of torture, highly efficient, with about eighty percent of victims eventually breaking down under it. Even the US military had to succumb to pressure and amend its interrogation manual to prohibit its practice only by 2009.

"Chaojun." In the play of light and shadow, Wa Xueming, wearing a floral shirt, called out softly.

The Chaojun responsible for pouring the water stopped, tearing the towel from the face of the tall, lanky man.

"Cough, cough! Gasp, gasp..."

The man instinctively coughed out a mouthful of water, greedily gasping for air. However, his clothes were tattered, his long hair disheveled, his body covered in whip marks, and his left foot missing a little toe, only his face remained pale and intact.

This was none other than Tangben Xiuyi, brought back from Japan by Wa Xueming.

At that time, he and Baron had swiftly dodged surveillance after exiting the subway station and slipped into a nearby empty alley, asking Jian Na to find them a car and a place to stay.

Over the next few days, Wa Xueming frequently found excuses to come over and interrogate with Baron.

But apart from finding fake documents on him and learning that the DIA operative’s name was "Katsumura Youta," neither he nor Tangben Xiuyi would break, nearly escaping one night despite their restraints.

After all, they had undergone special training, especially Katsumura Youta, for whom interrogation was a routine part of DIA intelligence operations.

Luckily, the headquarters of Liangben had been raided by the Police Headquarters, halting their drug collaboration.

Grinding his teeth, Wa Xueming decided to take the two back to Northern Myanmar; Japan wasn’t his turf. He lacked manpower and equipment here and had to constantly watch for DIA and the police.

Thus, he pretended to tell Bai Mingliang he had caught Abe Shigehide’s henchman and had a chance to learn the formula for the "Paradise" drug, using the Bai Family’s influence to smuggle the two back to their base in Northern Myanmar.

Meanwhile, Baron stayed in Japan, working with Jian Na to track Abe Shigehide’s whereabouts.

In Northern Myanmar, Wa Xueming was a general.

Second to none, above all others.

Even if Katsumura Youta grew wings, he could break them and trap him in a cage.

"Jinyuan Group’s power doesn’t match your Liangben, but they have plenty of ways to torture people."

Wa Xueming half-raised his eyelids, standing beside the table, looking down at Tangben Xiuyi.

Like a butcher looking at pigs and sheep ready for slaughter.

After listening to the interpreter beside him, Tangben Xiuyi remained expressionless, occasionally coughing as if life and death were none of his concern.

Wa Xueming wasn’t angered either. With a clang, he picked up a carpenter’s hammer from the table.

Crack! He suddenly struck it on the opponent’s left leg.

"Ugh—!" Tangben Xiuyi, despite his cold nature, couldn’t withstand such pain; his features twisted instantly, his eyes bulging with bloodshot streaks.

Yet, Wa Xueming showed no sign of stopping, bang bang bang!

Blow after blow, hitting with all his might, blood splattering all over him, soon smashing his opponent’s ankle, leaving the entire foot drooping, the joints and bones seemingly fully detached, only muscles and flesh holding it.

"Mr. Wang!" Chaojun couldn’t take it anymore, reluctantly reaching out to stop him.

Wa Xueming paused, clanging, tossing the hammer beside Tangben Xiuyi, "Chop off his foot and feed it to the dogs."

"Understood, Mr. Wa." A burly, cropped-haired thug drew a machete from his back waist.

Another underling brought over a vicious wolfdog.

"Hehehe, hahaha..." Beside them, smoking and with filthy orange long hair draping, Pan Xinli saw Wa Xueming covered in blood and couldn’t help but start laughing maniacally, then tearing her clothes to wipe the blood on Wa Xueming’s face.

"Mr. Wa, he seems to have fainted, his breathing got weaker, he might be in too much pain,"

The cropped-head thug had only cut halfway through when Tangben Xiuyi’s head tilted, passing out completely.

Wa Xueming snatched the cloth from Pan Xinli’s hand, rubbing the blood off his face, gesturing carelessly, "Give him an injection."

After speaking, he approached the bound Katsumura Youta, tied to the concrete pillar.

Katsumura Youta slowly raised his head, his eyes dazed, his lips swollen beyond recognition, the corners constantly oozing a mixture of blood and saliva, as a precaution against hidden poisons or a locator, all his teeth had been pulled out.

Seeing Wa Xueming steadily approaching, he took a deep breath, readying himself for the torture.

Yet unexpectedly.

Wa Xueming merely tossed the wiped cloth onto his face.

Smelling someone else’s blood, Katsumura Youta shuddered deep within, and at that moment, the drugged Tangben Xiuyi swiftly woke, his left foot severed by the cropped-haired thug in utter comfort from the drugs.

"Grr..."

An already restless stray dog crazily barked at the fallen flesh on the ground.

"Inject him too." Wa Xueming said coldly, then turned away.

In silence, Chaojun watched all of this unfold, recalling the ruthlessness he had witnessed from this man during the infighting and land collapse six months ago, though back then, he felt that Wa Xueming acted out of survival, not ingrained cruelty.

Yet with Bai Maoliang valuing him, Wa Xueming practically took over all Jinyuan Group’s forces, his ambition subtly swelling.