It’s dangerous to be a cheap laborer in Myanmar, and it seems being an official isn’t any better.
The office went quiet.
Only the sound of retching could be heard.
The official must have learned his lesson thoroughly, not daring to speak back, or perhaps he was too busy coughing up blood to speak at the mont.
"Na."
After a pause, giving him a brief ti to recover, Wei Yi spoke again.
Beside him, Bao Can was watching intently, his gaze sinister.
"Cheng Xiangrong."
Of course, the other party wasn’t stupid; he wouldn’t give him a chance to continue making excuses. Even with blood in his mouth, the official on the ground still answered as clearly and tily as possible.
Civilization and the rule of law don’t fit everywhere.
"What is your relationship with Green Path Trading Company?"
Wei Yi continued to ask, expressionless, indifferent to the man’s miserable state.
"What Green Path?"
Finally willing to cooperate, but sowhat reluctantly.
"Still playing dumb? Those few dead n have already confessed everything. If you want to live, confess honestly—everything."
Bao Can shouted fiercely.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about."
The official, Cheng Xiangrong, mumbled, blood bubbling out of his mouth, looking so pitiful it would draw sympathy.
For an ordinary person, they might feel compassion and let him off, but for soone who has erged from a hail of bullets, how could they be soft-hearted?
In a region of madness.
To survive.
You have to be even crazier.
"You’re the district official here, and you say you don’t know about the situation in your area? Fine, say you don’t know Green Path Trade, but you surely wouldn’t claim to be unaware of the terrorist attack on New Year’s Eve?"
Bao Can said sharply, "Let’s see how you try to wriggle out of this one."
Cheng Xiangrong spat out bloody water, gasping painfully and weakly: "I’m investigating it."
"Investigating? What’s the outco of your investigation? It’s been so many days; don’t tell you’ve found nothing at all."
Cheng Xiangrong was speechless.
"You scumbags probably don’t know that General Jin has ordered a full investigation into this matter. I really admire your courage, or do you think your lives are too long, or have you been living too comfortably?"
Bao Can insulted recklessly.
Cheng Xiangrong’s eyes widened with rage, "Although the incident happened in my district, as the official, I need to take responsibility, but you have no authority to deal with at will..."
"Still trying to argue? Just happened in your district? Nice way of washing your hands of it. Aren’t you, as the district official, the organizer and participant in the terrorist attack?"
Cheng Xiangrong turned pale, realizing the other party wasn’t here for the truth but to completely destroy him, he no longer harbored any illusions.
"Nonsense! You’re slandering ! I want to see General Jin!"
"Haha, you want to see the General? Do you think you still have that chance?"
"Wei Yi, you have no authority to deal with ! You’re overstepping! Aren’t you afraid of becoming everyone’s target?!"
Cheng Xiangrong shouted hoarsely at Wei Yi.
The Allied Army is not the army of any one person.
Even General Jin can’t act arbitrarily.
Much less Wei Yi.
Leading troops to storm the governnt building has already crossed a line. If they really execute mid-level officials at will, even if General Jin doesn’t pursue it, it would surely provoke protests from the other high-levels of the Allied Army.
The size of the cake is fixed, if you want more, then you can only reduce the number of people sharing it.
Although Wei Yi enjoyed high prestige within the Allied Army, it also ant there were many who eyed him closely.
This Cheng Xiangrong was not threatening intimidation—what he said was quite right. Undertaking this task, launching large-scale internal purges, could easily give soone ammunition against you by acting rashly, while Wei Yi seed indifferent to indulging his subordinates’ actions, or perhaps really believed himself to be second only to one but above ten thousand, able to do as he pleased, controlling life and death at will.
Bao Can did not strike again, no—no need to—he should be afraid of really beating the man to death.
"What happens to is a matter for the future. Right now, the issue at hand is about you. The planner behind the New Year’s Eve terrorist attack on the K.E. Factory—who is it."
Wei Yi asked calmly.
"I told you, I’m investigating, I’m trying to find out too."
Stubborn, or perhaps very clever.
There’s no such thing as leniency for transparency.
"Bring the person in!"
Bao Can ordered sinisterly.
Soon.
An unlucky guy was dragged in by soldiers, thrown on the ground like trash—one of the responsible persons from Green Path Trade captured, no, more accurately, one of those handed over by Xu Kuan.
As to why there’s only one left, who knows where the others went...
It can only be said that everyone has different constitutions, different tolerances for harsh interrogation. So can endure for days, while others might not make it through a night before being tortured to death.
Even when he was already miserable enough, seeing the "person" rolled in, Cheng Xiangrong’s hands and feet turned cold, inhales sharply.
What is this still a person?
All the fingernails pulled out, fingers bloody and mangled, teeth all knocked out, skin peeled and flesh torn all over, many burn marks, an eye seemingly stabbed blind by a sharp object, unrecognizable as human, lying there unmoving, not even knowing if it’s still alive.
Isn’t torture supposed to start by turning off the caras?
This is way too reckless.
Bao Can unfolded a bloody paper, "Cheng, stop holding out. These scapegoats have confessed. Here is their signed and sealed confession, saying it was under your orders to transport illegal weapons. Speak, who is giving you orders from behind?"
"This is a forced confession through torture! It’s a fra-up! I haven’t done anything!"
The physical pain and ntal intimidation hadn’t broken Cheng Xiangrong’s nerves—he must have so competence to have been chosen as the official responsible for Sanjiu County.
"Still unwilling to admit it, eh? Fine."
Bao Can folded up the confession with the bloody handprint, "Then we can only move to another place to talk. You see, this guy held on the longest, three days and still hasn’t died—I eagerly await how many hours you can hold out."
"Wei Yi, you can’t do this, I’m innocent..."
Finally.
He started begging for rcy.
Death isn’t the most terrifying thing.
What’s terrifying is being worse off alive than dead.
Surely, even though this official wasn’t a military man, he’s seen much of it before.
Even if not, the example beside him is clear and direct right now.
Can’t try.
Not even a bit can be tried.
"Tell what you know, and I can guarantee that you’ll be left with an intact body."
Compared to his subordinate Bao Can, Wei Yi’s tone was calr, yet what he said felt even colder.
What does "leave you with an intact body" an?
"Wei Yi!"
Clearly, the other party had no intention of offering a way out—the only difference was in how he would die.
Corners cut off, Cheng Xiangrong finally lost his composure, no longer pretending, "Who do you think you are? You’re just a dog! Do you know why the General asked you to investigate this? They all say you’re clever, but I think you’re a fool! With sothing this big, you think the General doesn’t know at all? Doing a little show and you’re serious about it? Investigate? Can you investigate this? If you do find out, aren’t you afraid of harming yourself?"
Bao Can’s face remained cruel, but this ti he didn’t take any independent action.
"Finished talking, have you?"
"Wei Yi, I’ll give you so advice—don’t involve yourself in things that don’t concern you, lest you harm yourself, and those around you..."
With those words, Cheng Xiangrong’s maniacal gaze swept past Bao Can.
"Take him away."
Wei Yi ordered, feeling the other had said enough.
Cheng Xiangrong gritted his teeth, watching soldiers approaching like wolves—as if realizing his fate, he didn’t struggle, nor had the strength to struggle.
"Wei Yi, my today is your tomorrow, I’m not afraid! Because soon you’ll be joining , hahaha..."
The laughter gradually thinned out.
Cheng Xiangrong was taken away.
The office cald down.
"No matter what happens, we will always follow you!"
Bao Can, who rose step by step from an ordinary soldier through military rit, said firmly and fiercely, with unwavering determination.
Wei Yi turned, patted his shoulder, and walked out.
"Dismiss the troops."
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