TSWPF -Chapter 356 Torture

Several of them asked He Dianshi what price they would have to pay.

He Dianshi stepped a little closer and asked in a low voice whether they wanted revenge.

At the thought of Liu Zhimou, the men answered with burning hatred that they did—so much so that they dreamed of it.

If not for Liu Zhimou, how could they have been thrown into prison, living neither like humans nor ghosts?

Very good—the fish had taken the bait. He Dianshi curled his lips slightly and spoke quickly, “Wait tonight. I’ll have someone come and get you out. After you’re out, hide first. When you find the chance, kill Liu Zhimou.” Before coming to the jail, he had already planned to use this trick—killing with a borrowed knife.

If they failed, he would then resort to hiring assassins.

With one link after another, he refused to believe Liu Zhimou could escape.

“He Dianshi’s great kindness—we’ll remember it. We definitely won’t let that dog official have an easy time.”

“Good. At midnight tonight—don’t sleep too deeply.” After saying this, He Dianshi heard Ling Jiu urging him to leave. He shot the men a meaningful look, turned around, and walked out. As he passed Ling Jiu, he let out a heavy snort.

How dare he lay a hand on him—tonight would be his death.

Not only Liu Zhimou, but even Ling Jiu had earned his hatred.

Anyone who wronged him—he would spare none of them.

After settling this matter, He Dianshi, in order to avoid Liu Zhimou finding further trouble with him, actually focused on handling his own official duties.

As dinner time approached, he stood up and left directly.

After returning home and eating, He Dianshi went to see Fourth Uncle He.

With a mournful face, he exaggeratedly told Fourth Uncle He about the humiliation he had suffered at the yamen that day.

Fourth Uncle He slammed the table hard. Insulting his nephew like this was the same as insulting him.

“They humiliated you like this, and you just endured it?”

He Dianshi lowered his head, sighed lightly, and said aggrievedly, “Didn’t you tell me to endure it, Fourth Uncle?”

“I told you to endure—but not like this.” Fourth Uncle He angrily pointed at him, speaking in disappointment, “You—you’ve really dragged our He family’s face through the mud.” The He family had not fallen so low that they would be insulted and not dare to fight back.

If he had been there, he would have talked Liu Zhimou into a corner with no words left.

He Dianshi pretended to wipe the corner of his eye, then asked softly when they would make a move.

If Fourth Uncle and his people acted, there would be no need for him to do it himself.

Fourth Uncle He frowned slightly. “Not yet. Wait a bit longer.”

Without thorough preparation, they would not act rashly. Wang Yang’s previous move had already alerted the enemy. This time, they had to be fully prepared—success was the only option.

Otherwise, they would completely lose the chance to bring Liu Zhimou down.

Hearing this, disappointment flashed through He Dianshi’s eyes. It seemed relying on Fourth Uncle’s side was unreliable—he could only follow his own plan.

He refused to believe he couldn’t deal with Liu Zhimou.

“Then, Fourth Uncle, I’ll head back. If there’s any situation, I’ll come tell you.”

Now that he knew Fourth Uncle’s decision, there was no need for him to stay, nor to reveal his own thoughts.

Fourth Uncle He acknowledged with a sound and warned him again not to be impulsive or act on his own.

He Dianshi lowered his head and answered yes, then turned to leave. Instead of going home, he went to a secluded house.

When he came out of the hidden house, his face was full of smiles. Tonight—there would be a good show.

Whistling, hands clasped behind his back, he returned home.

At midnight, the silent yamen suddenly saw seven or eight masked men in black. With clear purpose, they rushed toward the prison.

“Who’s there?” Ling Jiu shouted.

In an instant, three black-clad men surrounded Ling Jiu. With a cold snort, Ling Jiu drew his sword and charged at one of them.

Seeing Ling Jiu entangled, the other black-clad men slipped into the prison.

Not long after, the black-clad men came out with those prisoners—then suddenly stopped at the doorway.

The men behind almost crashed into them and asked in confusion why they had stopped.

Weren’t they supposed to hurry and escape? Why stop here?

“Shut up!” the black-clad leader shouted, eyes fixed on the guards ahead. He knew—the operation had failed.

Liu Zhimou stepped out from behind the guards, coldly staring at them. “Who gave you the guts to come and break people out?”

If he hadn’t been cautious and secretly had Liu Shi follow He Dianshi, learning of his plan, these men might truly have been rescued.

Even Ling Jiu could have been in danger.

“No comment,” the leader replied, deliberately lowering his voice.

“I know who it was. He Dianshi sent you.” Liu Zhimou said this with utter certainty—so much so that it startled the leader. Could there be a traitor among them who had leaked their movements?

The leader signaled to the men behind him, preparing to charge out.

As if knowing their intent, Liu Zhimou issued an order before they could act—capture them alive.

With that, he moved to a safe spot and left the field to the guards.

The two sides clashed. The black-clad men were skilled, and the guards were no less capable. The fight was fierce and evenly matched.

The leader feinted, then shot straight toward Liu Zhimou.

His goal was simple—capture the leader of the enemy. If Liu Zhimou were seized, the guards would not dare continue.

Liu Zhimou stood still, watching him. Suddenly, he lifted the corner of his lips in a faint smile. When the leader sensed something wrong and tried to retreat, it was already too late.

Like a kite with its string cut, he slammed into the wall with a bang and fell to the ground.

“Cough, cough…” He covered his mouth and coughed up a handful of blood.

Looking up, he met Liu Shi’s calm, unfathomable eyes. He could clearly feel that this man’s martial arts far surpassed his own—killing him would be effortless.

“Boss…” The other black-clad men retreated while fighting, gathering around him. “Boss, you go first—we’ll cover the rear!”

The leader slowly shook his head. “I can’t go.”

Looking at Liu Shi approaching step by step, despair filled his eyes.

“You go. If even one can escape, let him.” He couldn’t bear to see his brothers all captured.

“No—” the others refused.

“Go!” the leader roared, suddenly leaping up and lunging toward Liu Shi with all his strength, determined to hold him back and buy time for the others.

Liu Shi didn’t even regard him. Without turning his head, he said to the guards, “If you let even one black-clad man escape, wait to be punished by your captain when you get back.”

At the thought of their terrifying captain, the guards shuddered. To avoid punishment, they went all out, desperately blocking the black-clad men.

“I’m your opponent!” the leader roared in fury at Liu Shi’s indifference.

“You’re not worthy to be my opponent.”

With that, Liu Shi reached out and seized the leader by the throat. The speed was so fast the man couldn’t even see how he moved.

Eyes wide with disbelief, the leader stared at him. He hadn’t expected to be defeated in a single move.

This… how was that possible? He had thought he could last at least ten moves.

Then just how deep was this man’s martial arts? He didn’t dare imagine.

Looking at him calmly, Liu Shi said, “And you think you can harm my lord? Utterly incompetent.”

He extended a finger and swiftly tapped several acupoints on the man’s body before releasing him.

Then he returned to Liu Zhimou’s side, watching the guards fight.

“It seems your captain still needs to train you more.” As soon as Liu Shi said this, the guards’ survival instincts exploded. They struck even more viciously, and in less than half an hour, all the black-clad men were beaten down.

They truly didn’t want that devil of a captain training them—it would be deadly.

Liu Shi curled his lips faintly, glanced at Liu Zhimou, nodded, and instantly vanished again.

The guards were both envious and admiring of Liu Shi, who came and went like the wind.

His martial arts were simply too profound—even their captain couldn’t beat him.

Worthy indeed of someone from the Liu family.

“Arrest them and lock them back in the prison,” Liu Zhimou said calmly.

“Yes, sir.” The guards took the black-clad men and those who had tried to escape and sent them back to the prison.

This time, they didn’t put them in the same cell—each was locked up separately.

Liu Zhimou sat in the interrogation room and ordered the guards to bring in one black-clad man.

He intended to interrogate the case overnight and make them confess and sign as soon as possible.

“My lord, the man is here,” a guard said respectfully.

After thanking him, Liu Zhimou turned to the black-clad man and asked why they had attempted the jailbreak.

The man kept his mouth tightly shut, refusing to say anything.

After watching him quietly for a moment, Liu Zhimou said coldly, “Use torture.”

Since he wanted to play, Liu Zhimou had plenty of time to play with him.

As the torture began, the black-clad man let out waves of screams, frightening the prisoners in the cells.

What was happening? Were they using torture?

Would someone like Liu Zhimou, who cared so much for the people, really use torture?

Wasn’t he afraid of damaging his image among the common folk?

When Liu Zhimou felt it was about enough, he waved for the guards to stop.

Looking at the black-clad man drenched in sweat, he asked again whether he would talk—or should they continue.

The man shook his head frantically. He didn’t want torture anymore—truly didn’t. It was too painful.

“If you don’t want torture, then speak. Who sent you?”

Licking his cracked lips, the man confessed that it was He Dianshi who had sent them, with the purpose of rescuing those prisoners from the jail.

Liu Zhimou glanced at the written confession, nodded in satisfaction, and had the guards bring it to the man to sign and press his fingerprint before taking him away.

When the others saw the black-clad man dragged back, they instantly fell silent, trembling in fear—terrified that they would be next.