"Is this how you convince people with virtue?" Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows and was violent, knowing that he was unreliable.
Ximen Longting frowned: "I give him shame but he has no shame, what can you tell me to do?"
"I don't care how you pry his mouth open, but I refuse violence."
Ximen Longting's eyes darkened.
Jing Jiaren stared at him: "Did you hear that? I don't want to see any scenes of amputating hands and feet, whipping, and torture to extract confessions."
These are all what Ximen Longting is best at.
In the beginning, it was because of Jing Jiaren that Leng Lintian suffered so much torture that his right hand and eyes were gone.
Now Jing Jiaren can stop it, why not?
"And... what is the relationship between Ji Zi'ang and Master Ximen?" Jing Jiaren lowered her voice, "He has been growing up under Master Ximen's blessing... If you touch him, you will not be easy in the end."
Ximen Longting snorted coldly and said nothing.
"Master, I have tied up Mr. Leng, what should I do with him?" Wilson stepped forward and asked.
Ximen Longting glanced coldly and asked: "As long as there is no blood, I can extract a confession no matter what I want?"
Jing Jiaren nodded: "Yes."
He let go of Jing Jiaren and walked towards Ji Ziang. The bodyguards got out of the way.
"Let him spin 50 times in circles without stopping."
"..."
Jing Jiaren raised her lips and smiled, Ximen Longting, you are really a loser.
Shouldn't Ji Ziang suffer all the punishment tricks he used in the station wagon yesterday?
"1,2,3..."
The bodyguards were counting, and Ji Ziang, who was bundled into a ball, was pushed and spun around.
He was like a top, and the bodyguard would reach out and push it from time to time to keep him spinning.
The high-speed rotation made his whole body dizzy.
"Ji Zi'ang," Ximen Longting's cold voice came, "I don't have to touch a hair on your head, but I can still make your life worse than death."
At the end of 50 laps, Ji Ziang's body was swaying and he couldn't stand at all.
His vision was unfocused, he rushed around randomly, and finally fell to the ground in a daze.
A feeling of nausea and vomiting came over him. He had drank some wine, but after such a torment, he felt uncomfortable and vomited.
Jing Jiaren took a big step back and subconsciously covered her nose.
That unpleasant smell of alcohol is so overpowering...
Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "Does it smell bad? Block his mouth!"
One of the bodyguards took out a handkerchief, rolled it into a ball, grabbed Ji Ziang's head, and stuffed the handkerchief over his mouth.
Ji Ziang's face was extremely cold and full of terror.
Ximen Longting raised his lips and smiled interestingly: "Hang him up."
Soon, Ji Ziang's hands were tied behind his back, his whole body was tied into a rice dumpling, and he was hung in the middle of the hall.
Ximen Longting sat on the sofa, crossing his two long legs, and said in an arrogant tone: "Whenever you figure it out, just nod ten times and I will let you down."
The bodyguard followed Ximen Longting's instructions and hung a bottle of water and a piece of bread near him.
Jing Jiaren looked at him helplessly: "Are you like this...?"
"Not good?" Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes, "I'm also very dissatisfied with his appearance."
"..."
"He should wear women's clothes and tie them into an M shape."
Jing Jiaren suddenly felt a headache... Ximen Longting, do you know what it means to persuade others with virtue? Isn't there any better way!?
Ji Zihan opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Ximen Longting's sinister eyes: "No one is allowed to plead for him."