It’s funny when you think about it, wearing a very fitted tailored suit, Gao Yang didn’t carry a gun. Of course, it was to show respect to Mario. Additionally, because the satellite phone was too bulky, Gao Yang only took a mobile phone with him, leaving behind even his wallet, as it might ruin the fit of the clothes.
Now, the thing Gao Yang was most grateful for was having only brought a mobile phone, because if Mario had taken a satellite phone, the consequences would be serious—very serious.
But he only felt slightly fortunate for a short while. Gao Yang then thought, perhaps letting Mario get his satellite phone—knowing he can’t move—would be better. Compared to the secrets that might be exposed, preserving life was more important. With this in mind, Gao Yang began to regret not carrying the satellite phone with him.
The current situation is that it seems like suffering is inevitable. Worse, he might end up dead.
If he really ends up being killed by Mario like this, then there’s nothing anyone can do. At most, in three to five days, Satan’s people should be bringing a large group to Ro, because Gao Yang’s visit to Mario was sothing everyone knew about. If he doesn’t return or make contact, Number Thirteen and Rafael won’t be able to reach him either, so Satan’s people would obviously know sothing happened and rush to the scene.
However, even if Satan’s people ca, all they could do would be to avenge him. It would be too late to save him.
So, being in a high position doesn’t always an being right. Mario really did a stupid thing, and soon it would turn into a relentless war of revenge between a rcenary group and an intelligence dealer, absolutely a lose-lose situation.
Unfortunately, Gao Yang couldn’t do anything now—not even speak—as he was brought to a room that from its appearance looked quite ominous.
This was Mario’s mansion, but unlike other lavishly decorated rooms, the floor of this room was covered with black tiles, as for the surroundings, with his face down, Gao Yang couldn’t see them at all.
After passing through a door, the people dragging Gao Yang mumbled sothing in Italian, and after a few responses in Italian, Gao Yang’s head was lifted up, then he was placed onto a chair.
The walls around were entirely covered with plastic panels or sothing similar, including the ceiling, everything was matte black, despite the lights being on, the atmosphere felt extrely oppressive.
Gao Yang’s eyes briefly flashed with terror as a person wearing a white coat, sporting a slight goatee, and wearing glasses, looking about thirty-sothing, stood in front of him and smiled.
Gao Yang was placed on an iron chair, and then his hair was suddenly pulled back, followed by a click sound, and his neck was locked by an iron collar. Next, his hands were untied and was pressed and bound onto the armrest of the iron chair, then his legs, thighs, and calves were all firmly locked with iron collars.
After being seated on a chair and being tightly secured, the person looking very much like Doctor Fatino waved at Gao Yang, and then the rope binding his mouth was undone.
Doctor Fatino leisurely gestured and waited for everyone to leave, closing the door behind. Then he pushed a chair over to sit in front of Gao Yang.
"You can call Doctor Fatino, I have a dical license."
Graciously adjusting his glasses, Doctor Fatino casually remarked to Gao Yang, smiling afterward, "Before we officially start, I think it’s necessary for us to get to know each other."
Gao Yang turned his head to glance around. Despite the bright lamp, in the pitch-black room, only Doctor Fatino in his white coat was glaringly visible, while other areas remained enveloped in darkness, making one feel trapped within a black hole, an indescribable sense of oppression and fear.
Taking a deep breath, Gao Yang surprisingly managed to smile, saying to Doctor Fatino, "What do you want to ask? I’ll tell you everything, everything I know. I’m really afraid of pain, so you can save yourself so trouble. Really, I’m willing to say anything."
Doctor Fatino waved his hand, smiling, "No rush, no rush, you have to understand, torturing people is my hobby, so before I start, you better not say anything. I enjoy the process very much."
Gao Yang managed a wry smile, "F**k, so you’re another damned pervert."
Doctor Fatino replied with a smile, "Perverted indeed, but not a damned pervert, because I’m not dead yet."
Gao Yang had abandoned any hope. He knew how he would interrogate soone, so naturally, he understood what the standard procedure was.
Staring at Doctor Fatino, Gao Yang spoke confidently, "You’ll be dead soon, I assure you, no matter what you do to , my people will retaliate against you tenfold, a hundredfold, so you truly are a damned pervert."
Doctor Fatino chuckled, clapping his hands, "Your state is quite good; no one sent to has ever been able to behave like you. Most of them are already scared stiff and can’t even speak. Occasionally, so can still talk, but only to plead for rcy. You’re good, in very good shape, you must maintain it."
No matter what Gao Yang said, it would co eventually, so why bother being polite? Whether he cursed furiously or pled desperately, the outco would be the sa. He might as well let his words carry so satisfaction.
"Do you have anyone you care about? Certainly not; a damned pervert like you wouldn’t have any family or friends; they’re all long dead, right?"
Doctor Fatino smiled, "No, you’re mistaken. I have family and friends; contrary to your understanding, I lead a normal and happy life."
Gao Yang laughed, "Is that so? That’s wonderful. They’re all going to die. My people will capture them and slaughter them before you, one by one, in your favorite manner. Ever imagined watching them die? Thought about it? No problem, you’ll see soon enough."
Doctor Fatino laughed heartily, "You’re really the first one to threaten even after coming here."
Doctor Fatino stood up, watching Gao Yang, smiled and said, "Shall we begin? I hope you’ll last longer, because the longer you hold out, the greater sense of accomplishnt I’ll feel when you finally have to confess everything."
Gao Yang also laughed heartily, "Sorry to disappoint you, I’ll say whatever you want without torture. If you use torture, I’d say everything even faster."
Doctor Fatino asked, sowhat intrigued, "You seem trained in resisting interrogation, aren’t you?"
"No, I’m afraid of pain and suffering, wouldn’t willingly subject myself to that kind of ordeal."
Doctor Fatino shrugged, stood up, opened the door, left, then quickly pushed in a stainless steel cart. The cart was full of various small tools, which undoubtedly were all instrunts for torture.
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