Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1009: Torture and Pipa

Just as Asanogawa was about to step out of the office door, Hong Yuzhang's voice sounded again, with some meaning: "Asanogawa, this matter should end with Fujita Ying as much as possible, and do not involve the Fujita family any further. Although their actions this time have made us a little embarrassed, the influence of the Fujita family in the business world cannot be ignored, and we also need to give them some face. Remember, our goal is to calm the Prime Minister's anger, not to completely offend the Fujita family."

Asanogawa paused, turned around, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes. He nodded slightly, indicating that he understood Hong Yuzhang's intention: "Yes, Master, I understand what you mean. While ensuring that the task is completed, I will try my best to control the development of the situation and prevent the Fujita family from being too implicated."

After saying that, Asanogawa turned around again and strode out of the office. He had already figured out how to complete the task without completely offending the Fujita family. This required him to plan carefully and lay out a clever plan.

At this time, in the interrogation room of Pu Yu, the dark and damp environment makes people feel cold. The walls are full of torture instruments, each of which reveals gloom and horror. Some of the torture instruments still have dried blood stains, which is shocking, as if telling the cruelty and bloodiness of the past here.

Fujita Ying sat at the interrogation table, his whole body fixed to the chair, unable to move. His face was full of panic and anger, his eyes were wide open, as if he was about to spit fire. He shouted loudly: "You are falsely accusing me! I didn't do those things! Let me go, I want to see my lawyer!"

However, the people in the interrogation room turned a deaf ear to this. Asanogawa stood in the corner of the interrogation room, watching Fujita Ying's struggle and shouting coldly, without a trace of sympathy on his face.

Asanogawa looked down at Fujita Ying with a sneer on his face, and slowly said, "Now that you're here, don't quibble anymore. We have launched a new round of searches on the Fujita family's warehouse and found a lot of relevant evidence. All of this evidence clearly points to you, Fujita Ying. The secret report from Kyoto is related to you."

Upon hearing this, Fujita Ying's face instantly turned livid. He struggled hard, his eyes wide open as if he was about to spit fire: "You are framing me! I never did those things! You crazy people will do anything to frame me!"

Asanogawa sneered even more. He walked up to Fujita Ying, bent down, and looked at you: "Fujita Ying, you'd better plead guilty. This is not the place for you to act wildly. Do you think that your father, the head of the Fujita family, can save you? Don't forget, you are in our hands now."

Fujita Ying's emotions became more and more agitated. He loudly insulted Asanogawa: "You rubbish! You mud-legged bastard! Who do you think you are? You are just an inferior person! You rough jade people are all mad dogs. You will do anything to please the Prime Minister! You will regret it!"

Facing Fujita Ying's increasingly fierce insults, Asanogawa's eyes became colder. He stopped talking and walked forward, making the floor thump with every step. He stopped in front of Fujita Ying, raised his hands quickly, and slapped Fujita Ying's face three times in a row with great force.

Fujita Ying's face swelled up instantly, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, he was dizzy from the beating, but he still struggled hard, his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to devour someone. He roared: "You lowly person! Low-class person! How dare you lay a hand on this young master! If I am lucky enough to get out, I will kill you and your whole family!"

Asanogawa looked at Fujita Ying coldly, with a cruel smile on his lips: "Fujita Ying, haven't you figured out the situation yet? Outside, you are indeed the respected eldest son of the Fujita family, but in Pu Yu, you are just a prisoner. You'd better clarify your own identity and stop struggling and insulting in vain."

Fujita Ying struggled even more frantically, his voice becoming hoarse with anger and pain: "Untouchable! How dare you talk to me like that! I will let you know what real pain is!"

However, Asanogawa just sneered, he walked to the corner of the interrogation room again, picked up a whip, and slowly walked in front of Fujita Ying. He said coldly: "Fujita Ying, you'd better save your energy. You won't have a chance to get out. Here, I have the final say."

Fujita Ying looked at the whip in Asanogawa's hand, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. But he still said stubbornly: "Do you think you can scare me like this? I, Fujita Ying, was not scared!"

Asanogawa stopped talking nonsense, he raised the whip high and whipped Fujita Ying hard. Fujita Ying screamed in pain, his body trembling violently because of the pain.

Asanogawa looked at Fujita Ying's painful expression and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Fujita Ying's face was covered in blood, and he looked at Asanogawa with fear, his eyes full of astonishment and despair. He originally thought that with his identity and status, Asanogawa would be cautious about him anyway, but he didn't expect that his threats and insults would bring him even more cruel torture.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room became increasingly tense. At this moment, screams from other interrogation rooms came at the right moment, extremely shrill, like the roar of a ghost, making people shudder. Fujita Ying couldn't help but shudder, his body trembling slightly with fear.

Asano Gawa looked at Fujita Ying's frightened expression, and a smug smile appeared on his lips. He leaned down and whispered in Fujita Ying's ear: "Master Fujita, we have dozens of torture instruments here, and each one can make people suffer unbearable pain. Listen to this pleasant cry, it is simply the most beautiful music. How about it? Do you want to try it too?"

Fujita Ying cursed: "You lunatic! You will regret it!" But his voice had become hoarse and weak because of fear.

Asanogawa waved his hand nonchalantly and ordered his subordinates: "Let Master Fujita feel the pain of playing the pipa."

Fujita Ying's shouts echoed in the interrogation room, but failed to prevent the impending cruel punishment.

Several strong subordinates acted quickly, dragging Fujita Ying from the chair and pressing him roughly onto a cold iron bed.

The subordinates used a rope to tightly tie Fujita Ying's abdomen, with such force that his ribs were clearly visible, and his skin turned pale and colorless under the pressure of the rope. Fujita Ying's eyes were round with fear, and his breathing became rapid and difficult, as if every breath was like a race against death.

Asano stood aside, watching all this coldly, without a trace of sympathy or mercy on his face. He signaled his subordinates to start the "playing the pipa" punishment. The subordinates quickly took out a thick iron rod from the side.

A subordinate holding an iron rod walked up to Fujita's chest and began to crush his ribs back and forth with the rod.

Each crushing was accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream from Fujita Ying, the sound seemed to tear the entire interrogation room apart. Fujita Ying's body trembled violently under the crushing of the iron rod, his eyes were bloodshot due to pain, and it seemed that they would burst at any time.