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st Organization, Chu Li, Jason, and Black Jack, were all bad-tempered bosses, but since Ye Ningyuan, it seemed that every leader was smiling and very gentlemanly. Ye Ningyuan was, Kaka was, and Ye Tia..."Warmly retorted, "Your illegal detention of me is an investigation into a crime, and it has nothing to do with my marriage. I have no comment."

“Did you know your ex-husband is the Dragon Gate's Dark Lord”

"What is Longmen" Warm asked in bewilderment. She was an actress, able to conjure any expression on demand, very professional. It seemed the Federation's files were comprehensive, there were no secrets in this world, only open ones.

They have their reasons for not saying anything.

The elegant man smiled, his attitude incredibly gentle. “Perhaps, we should ask him to speak with us. After all, he’s the person who knows you best. Maybe he could give us some clues, what do you think”

Anger flared in her heart, damn them, they actually threatened her with Ye Fei Mo.

She can't be caught, she can't be caught, she mustn't harm Wushuang, absolutely not.

Otherwise, she would feel even more sorry for the Ye family.

“I’ve already divorced him. His affairs are none of my concern. What does a dying ex-husband have to do with me If you want answers, ask him! Maybe he knows something. Just please leave me out of this.” Nuan warmed said coldly, her tone sharp and unforgiving.

The elegant man frowned, narrowing his eyes with equal coldness.

Will and Daniel exchanged glances, both leaning back as if weary of such a warm reception. Will spoke in a low voice, "Girl, if you keep wasting our time like this, it does neither of us any good."

“I don’t want to waste each other’s time either. You’re wasting mine, and perhaps this person is just a fan of mine who happens to be interested in my birthmark, so she got one tattooed on herself specifically. I'm quite famous domestically, and somewhat internationally known as well. Some fans are incredibly devoted to their idols; they do all sorts of things. Mimicking clothing style, walking gait, voice—none of it is surprising. Mimicking a tattoo isn’t that shocking either. You can look into this angle, maybe there will be clues for you.” Warmly said, facing the FBI interrogation, she was calm and witty.

Sometimes, even calmness and wit can't help her.

The Interpol has been searching for this elusive individual for many years, with no leads whatsoever. They could only pass the case on to the FBI. If the FBI couldn't find anything either, they wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure. So, when they finally got a lead, they were determined not to let it slip away.

Even if this clue is just their inference, with no evidence to support it, they will cling to it desperately.

"Well, then don't blame us for being ruthless and giving her a taste of her own medicine." Will said in a low voice. Several detectives behind him came forward, grabbing Warmth and dragging her back. Warmth asked anxiously, "What are you going to do Let me go, let me go..."

The Warmth, along with the chair she was strapped to, was dragged to the center. One man deftly bound a chain around her neck, while another swung the armrest, hoisting The Warmth and her chair into the air...

The iron chains were wrapped so tightly that no air could get through, it hurt so much. Her whole body was suspended vertically from the ceiling, unable to breathe. Due to lack of oxygen, her brain throbbed with intense pain and dizziness. Her face turned a bluish purple. The cold iron chain pressed against her skin, choking her, threatening to strangle her completely.

It's so hard...

It's so hard… She wanted to call for help, but her voice was stuck in her throat. It hurt so much that she couldn't even utter a word.

Darkness crept in gradually, and the man suddenly loosened his grip. Warmth enveloped both him and the chair as they tumbled to the center. The iron chain fell slack, and she slumped against the chair, her whole body weak. Her head throbbed violently, as if someone were hacking at her bones with a steel blade. She clutched her neck, coughing incessantly, cough after cough…

Air slowly seeped in, and she felt a little more comfortable.

Will asked, "Do you know her"

Leaning weakly, pursing her lips, her face as white as death, did you recognize her

So what if we know each other, so what if we don't

Can you escape

“No… I don’t know!” she stammered, spitting out the words, infuriating them completely. Daniel gave a signal, and the man wrapped the iron chain around Nuan’s warm neck. She tried to pry it open with her hands, but was forcefully yanked back, her bones nearly breaking from the pain. Nuan cried out in agony, before she could even react, she was hoisted up.

She was repeatedly tossed back and forth five times, almost costing her life. On the fifth time, when he hung her up and dropped her again, Warmth spat out a mouthful of blood, staining her chest. Will asked once more, "Do you recognize her"

She was hazy, her words labored, yet she uttered three words with a chilling clarity: "Don't… know."

Next, in addition to being lifted by a chain, her face was covered with a black cloth. She was splashed with cold water. Her oxygen-deprived brain gradually thinned her consciousness, drifting far away. Warmth lingered on the edge of death, struggling desperately.

The interrogation was so harsh and cruel, she struggled to keep her consciousness, refusing to say anything she might regret later. She would rather be tortured than betray her conscience. She had always been afraid of pain since she was a child, but surprisingly, this time she endured it unexpectedly well.

Unconsciousness, splashed awake, unconsciousness, continued to be splashed awake.

Daniel repeated several times, asking if she recognized the person in the photograph. Warmth was absent from his voice; she was speechless.

That elegant man narrowed his eyes. Will and Daniel looked over, he shrugged his shoulders. At this moment, the phone rang. Will answered the call, said a few words and looked at Warmth, his face changed slightly, he hung up the phone in an unkind manner. Warmth had already fainted in the iron chair, with weak breathing. Her long hair was wet, stuck to her cheeks and chest, mixed with blood, very embarrassed.

Will sneered, "An artist, with quite a bit of face. With someone high up calling personally, you're not allowed to use torture Then you just have to bear the consequences."

"Who called"

“Being upside down, facing pressure from different government factions, they couldn't hold on. They wouldn't let us harm the human criminal. Just an ordinary artist, what face does she have to make so many people mobilize There must be something fishy going on.” Will said coldly.

"Something's fishy, she knows something for sure," Daniel stated confidently.

Will looked at the unconscious Warmth, spread his hands and asked, "What to do"

Both of them turned to the elegant man leaning against the wall, seeking his opinion. Government departments had checks and balances, and many things were unclear at this point. If they continued the interrogation, Wen would definitely not be able to hold on any longer.

If I die, who is responsible

The refined gentleman said, “Let's go up first and then talk.”

Several people threw warmth into the basement and left first. Under the light of day, warmth's face was full of blood, her whole body soaked wet, with bruises on her waist and wrists from being bound. Saltwater seeped into her skin. Even in a coma, her brow furrowed in pain.

The basement was silent save for the drip of water.what the voice was mocking anymore; he just felt pain in both body and mind. He hurriedly averted his gaze, almost clumsily, daring not to look at Mo Yao. That well-built physique seemed to have somet...