The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 397

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At this moment, Ye Tian was disgracefully strapped to a chair, to be exact, he was sitting on a specially made all-metal chair. Ye Tian’s back was straightened, and his hands and feet were secured, with numerous tubes inserted into his arms and legs, making him look like an experimental lab rat, truly pitiful.

It was clear that this poor man has already suffered greatly. Beneath the steel chair lay a large puddle of yellow liquid—a mixture of urine and feces—the watery mess dripped directly from Ye Tian’s clothing onto the floor, emitting a foul smell.

"Ye Tian, don’t play dead with me, acting like I don’t know how tough you are. Look at the froth you’re spitting out, like a goddamn beer tap, who do you think you’re fooling? Fuck!"

After cursing, the glasses-wearing young man delivered two solid slaps to Ye Tian’s face. Ye Tian, already semi-conscious, now passed out completely. The man scooped up a large ladle of cold water from the bucket beside him, took a couple of gulps, and then splashed it directly on Ye Tian’s face, rousing him.

Ye Tian woke up, lifting his dripping wet head, fiercely shaking the drops of water from his hair, and then he looked up at Zhang Jingfu in front of him.

"Heh heh, sleeping isn’t comfortable, but having such an accomplished protector by your side, one can always sleep soundly. What I don’t understand is why only you came. Perhaps the one with real power didn’t have the time, so they had to send you, the deputy, to take up the mantle?"

That comment hit a nerve with Zhang Jingfu, "Heh, screw your grandmother, kid. I’m giving you face already. What, you think I don’t have the qualifications to interrogate you, huh? Come, let me show you my skills."

What Zhang Jingfu despised most was his neither-high-nor-low position. He was higher than those below, but the people below were either field agents planting crops or running logistics or operatives carrying out missions in distant lands. He couldn’t reach them with his whip. But it was different with the one above him, a simple word from them and he had to run around like a headless chicken to get things done, otherwise, he’d be in for it.

Now that Ye Tian had hit his sore spot, Zhang Jingfu had no intent of going easy on him. He pointed to an instrument rack nearby, then grabbed Ye Tian’s chin forcefully, lifting his head, "Come on, my lord, take a look, whatever catches your eye, I’ll strap it on you."

With difficulty, Ye Tian twisted his head to look at the torture instruments, then snorted coldly and dismissively turned his head back to Zhang Jingfu. Unexpectedly, he spat a wad of thick saliva onto his face, "Kid, when I was playing with these toys, you didn’t even exist in your mother’s womb yet. Now you think you can lock me down with this stuff? You’re far too naive."

Hmph, Zhang Jingfu let go of Ye Tian’s chin, then casually walked over to the rack, picked up a syringe, drew about half of the liquid from a thumb-sized glass bottle, and injected it into Ye Tian’s body.

Pain! It’s fucking painful!

Ye Tian’s muscles twitched involuntarily, out of his control, purely due to the neural reflex.

Quinine Acetate Enhancer. Espionage agencies around the world are using this newly developed drug on prisoners. It’s more potent and longer-lasting than typical drugs, intensifying the level of pain to an extreme, sometimes even causing instances of heart failure due to shock.

Zhang Jingfu came over with a sinister smile, holding a syringe, from which a drop or two of liquid occasionally leaked out, as if flaunting it. He stared at Ye Tian with the syringe in a show of force, silent, clearly adding psychological pressure.

Ye Tian looked at this guy whose expression was as changeable as the weather and purposely sighed, "Ah, if I were you, I would’ve given up this gig a long time ago. Think about it, I’ve been dedicated for so many years. Even if I haven’t earned any commendations, I’ve certainly endured enough hardship. Why should opportunities for promotion always go to someone else? Even if it’s just a deputy role, you could at least give me a chance, right? But no, not even a chance. What sort of injustice is this?"

Ye Tian feigned utmost distress. Although this space capsule was owned by the National Security Bureau, most people here were from the Dragon Team. Every year, a significant number of recruits to the Dragon Team included middle and senior-level officials transferred from National Security. While Ye Tian was still part of the team, he often heard complaints about the lack of assertiveness among Dragon Team’s upper management—newcomers would simply snatch away the head positions, dumping the deputy roles on their own folks. Ye Tian had never understood what was really going on, but now, bringing it up seemed to have a considerable effect.

Without hesitation, the syringe plunged into Ye Tian’s arm, injecting a milliliter of the pale yellow liquid into his body.

The drug acted swiftly, and the intense pain began to manifest quickly. Such a neurotic drug was particularly effective in drawing out the deepest fears within humans.

Ye Tian grimaced with a smile, "Seems like the effect of this drug isn’t all that great, huh? Doesn’t even pack as much punch as my heavy smoking."

Zhang Jingfu looked at him coldly, "Don’t be hasty. There’s no need to pretend to be tough now. After a while, when it’s time, you’ll know what ’worse than death’ means."

"So, being a deputy, you’re just loafing around with nothing better to do, standing guard all day, huh?"

"Shut your mouth! Don’t make me give you another shot!"

"It wouldn’t make a difference. This kind of drug is meant to conflict with the human brain’s nerves. It should be administered no more than once every half hour. If used too frequently, the body will develop a resistance and it will stop being effective. The principle of this drug is similar to a hallucinogen—it disrupts a person’s Divine Wisdom, using internal pain to replace physical agony. Normally, even a slight touch can feel like being smashed with a huge hammer. Hey, wait a minute, you’re just a deputy. Why the hell am I telling you all this? I need to talk to the person in charge. Go on, call your boss over for me. I only deal with the person in the top spot..."