Taking two of the four large plastic bags carried by Jiang Feiyang, Pei Yan placed them on the table and opened one, imdiately beaming with joy. He grabbed a burger, peeled off the wrapper, and took a big bite, relishing: "Wow, where'd you get this, Old Jiang! Alas, eating traditional food every day in the Daoist Realm, while tasty, is too bland. I've been craving fast food like this. Are you the worm in my stomach?"
"Don't make it sound so disgusting. It's the departnt being considerate; they specially sent it as a treat for the whole team after the individual matches ended. They know scarcity adds value and understand what we want. However, since there's a ti difference between the two realms, it's been three days since they bought it and brought it to us. Don't worry, everyone on the team gets their share, and this batch is for us spectators." Jiang Feiyang said, standing in the corner and eating fries, noting that there were so many people in the room that there weren't enough chairs. Although most were rebellious, they were worldly enough to know who deserved a seat.
Pei Yan grinned at the words, and along with Zheng Jia Ru, took food from the bags to distribute. So wanted fries, so wanted fried chicken, and Pei Yan even handed a burger to Du Guangyuan. Then Pei Yan took out a case of cola from his storage ring, used his ability to cool them, and placed them on the ground for anyone to grab.
"How's the questioning going?" Gu Shenghui spat chicken wing bones into the trash and glanced at Little Vlad, who was staring blankly at the people feasting and intermittently gulping.
"Almost done." Pei Yan said, subconsciously glancing at the digital watch on his wrist and casually remarked, "According to Du Guangyuan, it should be about…"
Before Pei Yan could finish, a long, drawn-out hiss emitted from Little Vlad, drawing everyone's attention. Suddenly reacting while shackled to the floor, Little Vlad's body beca feverish, her face flushed, rolling and twisting on the ground. Despite her original striking appearance that might have sparked imagination in those unaware of her true identity, she was now missing an eye, her hair disheveled, her face bloodied – a sight that only unnerved and chilled the onlookers.
"What the hell did you give her? It's not…" Jiang Feiyang blurted out, seeing Little Vlad's state, and then realizing the leader was present, swallowed the rest of his words.
"Quick, hold her down!" Du Guangyuan saw her reacting and, ignoring Jiang Feiyang's jest, placed his unfinished burger on the table and picked up the prepared reagent, instructing.
The room was full of people this ti, so Pei Yan didn't need to act. The newly joined reinforcents, Wang Wenze and Jiang Donghu, held down Little Vlad on either side, while Du Guangyuan quickly injected the second reagent into her body.
The second reagent injection imdiately elicited a response. Little Vlad let out a piercing scream, and despite the chains restraining her ability, she seed inclined to break free from Wang Wenze and Jiang Donghu's grip.
"Hold her down! Don't let her harm herself." Du Guangyuan commanded as he stepped back, and Zheng Jia Ru and Jiang Feiyang, seeing this, joined in, holding down Little Vlad's legs, though she continued to struggle. Screaming, she repeatedly bashed the wall behind her.
Seeing Little Vlad's body begin to contort even under four people's restraint, Gu Shenghui knew this couldn't continue. He stood up from his chair and commanded, "Get Xia Yu over here."
A mont later, Xia Yu stord in, half-eaten pizza in her mouth. Gu Shenghui, upon seeing her, directly instructed, "Reinforce the walls and floor to prevent collapse caused by pulling."
Xia Yu nodded, swallowed the pizza, and knelt down, both hands touching the ground, whispering, "Iron Wall!"
In an instant, the entire basent, along with the floor and walls, transford into a house of steel, making Little Vlad's head-banging sounds crisp and echoing.
Noticing this, Pei Yan gave Xia Yu a knowing look; she understood. Pei Yan prepared to wrap Little Vlad's vital parts with various shockproof composite materials, and then Xia Yu used iron flow to add them, forming iron rings that securely fastened Little Vlad's body to the wall, giving her no chance to escape even a milliter.
"Whew!" The four let go after completing the fixation, Wang Wenze rubbing his sore arm, complaining, "Did you inject her with a stimulant? Wow, even with her ability restricted, she could exert such force in an instant. Xia Yu ca in ti; I saw the reinforced wall earlier and how it almost got pulled apart."
"It's sowhat like a stimulant." Du Guangyuan responded, rubbing his hands, "But this thing has much greater side effects than that. It doesn't significantly enhance her own ability but keeps her blood in a near-boiling state. I injected a limited dose, and this state can't last long; otherwise, it would cause severe damage to her body. I assu you all still want her alive for questioning, right?"
"Excellent!" Pei Yan was satisfied with the answer, wiped his greasy hands with a tissue, and casually grabbed a bottle of cola from the box, pulling an empty table over to Little Vlad. He sat on the table, opened the cola, took a sip, and blew a cool breath facing her, slowly asking, "How do you feel? A professional's touch is indeed remarkable; according to him, you should feel unbearably hot all over now."
As he spoke, Pei Yan lifted the cola in front of Little Vlad's eyes, watching her gaze follow the movent of the cola in his hand before retracting his hand with a smile, "Speak, what agreent did your father reach with K, and what kind of collaboration do you have with Blood Fiend?"
"Fuck off!" Little Vlad, fixed to the wall, could not move in response to Pei Yan's questioning, opting to spit in return.
Unaffected, Pei Yan wiped the blood spittle from his face with a tissue, continuing to sit on the table, drinking cola and eating fries from the bag.
But as ti passed, in less than five minutes, Little Vlad could no longer endure. Initially, she attempted to press her body against the wall, hoping to relieve her suffering with the cold steel, but this only comforted her briefly and proved ineffective thereafter. The inward-outward pain corroded her, to the extent that she wished her body to split into countless cracks, letting the cold wind inside for relief. She wished to tear her skin, but the iron rings' restraints rendered such a desperate thought unfeasible, leaving her pressed against the wall in agony.
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