I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

A smile appeared on Bai Zhou's face as he shared his speculation:

“When that woman came last night, I sensed three emotions.”

“One of my concerns is my husband.”

"The other one... was the woman's thoughtfulness."

"The last thing came from the villain's complex emotions."

“Before and after that woman appeared, he was full of malice towards my husband and me. Only when that woman appeared did his emotions, besides malice, also contain a strong sense of love.”

"When the woman spoke, the emotion was so strong that it overwhelmed... no, it should be said that it almost completely filled his heart. And it was very complicated, like... unrequited love."

"But when I refused, the malice was unprecedented."

"oh--!"

Several people understood.

It turns out this assassin was a simp.

"Brother Bai, you mean... use that accomplice as a pretext?"

Lu Boyun seemed to have been enlightened by what Bai Zhou had said earlier, and his mind was working very quickly.

"But how are we supposed to catch that woman?"

The other party left through the main entrance and had no direct involvement in this matter. Their whereabouts were unknown, so they had no way to arrest them.

"To be honest, I know a little about ideological education methods."

Before anyone could raise any questions about the first strategy, Bai Zhou continued:

"But my abilities are limited. If the opponent's mentality is too strong, I simply won't be able to make a move."

"So, should we break his spirit first?"

Du Heng seemed to be deep in thought.

Should we use the middle strategy first?

"That's why I consider this strategy a poor one."

He spoke with a serious expression during the day.

"Killers and villains, these kinds of people who live on the edge of death, have extremely tough minds. It is very difficult to break through their mental barriers using ordinary methods. Even if you can break through them, the criminals are usually seriously injured."

Huang Wen'an nodded in agreement.

Those who can be forced to speak with an iron tongue are usually the product of countless tortures. If they survive to the next day, it's considered a stroke of good luck from God and a miracle cure from a doctor.

"But there is something universal that drives them to this extent."

In broad daylight, he looked at the group of people and compared them to a single finger.

That is dignity.

Because they possess a deep sense of dignity, they will not become traitors.

Because they held onto their dignity, they would not beg for mercy from the enemy who had captured them.

Because they held onto their dignity, they were able to uphold their beliefs even under torture.

"Break their dignity, and they will break down and spill everything."

A strange light flickered in Bai Zhou's eyes as he slowly uttered his thoughts.

The expressions on their faces changed constantly as they heard the information.

"If that's the case... then anyone would break down... If there's anyone who doesn't break down, then I'd call him the most ruthless person in the world."

Meng Li spoke with a stiff expression.

The way the others looked at Bai Zhou no longer simply regarded him as a child.

At the same time, they also felt immense disgust for the "second uncle" who had raised Bai Zhou into the person he is today.

Upon hearing the "that's how it'll be done" decision from the group, a genuine smile appeared on Bai Zhou's face.

Now I can finally avenge what worried my husband.

Collapse of the Twenty-Five

"Open the door."

Lu Boyun's soft voice sounded incredibly loud in the empty prison.

"Sir, that guy still won't say anything. The brothers have tried everything they can, but there's nothing else we can do."

The jailer in charge of guarding the murderer spoke to Lu Boyun with a mixture of ruthlessness and helplessness before opening the prison door.

"Pah! You corrupt official, don't even think about getting any information from me."

The assassin, who was bound and suspended by seven or eight thick iron chains, glanced at Lu Boyun without any panic, and even arrogantly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"..."

Lu Boyun shifted his foot back to avoid the mouthful of blood, glanced at the still arrogant assassin, and revealed a mysterious smile.

“First of all, I am not Pelosi, I am Liboli.”

"Secondly, you're the dog."

"Finally, I don't need any information from you. I'm here simply to avenge my father."

Lu Boyun clapped his hands, and several soldiers walked in.

It is worth noting that one of them was a soldier with a hunting dog, and he was constantly feeding the dog.

"..."

The assassin looked at them coldly.

"Someone, please invite this distinguished guest to sit down on a stool."

Lu Boyun gave the order, and the chains binding the assassin were lowered to the ground. Two soldiers, each dragging a chain, pulled him onto a cold iron bench, then secured the chains to hooks on either side.

"..."

The assassin grew increasingly puzzled, but not surprised.

After all, these officials have plenty of ways to torment people.

But he's different. He's the assassin Chiwen, blessed by the white moonlight, with a will as unyielding as a rock! Mere torture! Watch me outlast him!

Thinking of the white moonlight in his heart, Chiwen felt a surge of heroic spirit, and in a daze, he felt that the prison of Boyun Prefecture was nothing.

However, Lu Boyun's next words brought his heroic spirit to a halt.

"Pull down his pants."

"Wh...what...!"

Without the slightest hesitation, one soldier pressed down on the tiger's mouth, while the other grabbed his trousers.

With a "rip" sound, Chiwen felt his head being stirred up in chaos.

But what made him both angry and ashamed was the actions and words of a soldier.

A crisp "snap" sounded.

"Wow, those are perky!"

After saying this, the soldier immediately felt isolated from the crowd. He hurriedly explained to them:

"Hey, no, don't look at me! My orientation is perfectly normal! Ze, just say it, you know me!"

But what chilled him to the bone was his friend's righteous and firm rejection.

"I don't know him, I'm really not familiar with him!"

"My lord, my lord, I..."

He looked at Lu Boyun with a bitter face, only to find his boss lighting a cigarette while trying not to laugh.

"Alright, it was just a practical evaluation."

Lu Boyun suppressed his smile, held the lit cigarette, and slowly walked to Chiwen's side.

The cool sole of the boot stepped on it, leaving a shoe print on the "Qiao" mark in the subordinate's comment.

"That despicable corrupt official!"

Even if he was panicking inside, Chiwen wouldn't hold back with his words.

"Ha, I've already told you, you're the dog."

Lu Boyun tilted his waist slightly, glanced at the ox-like creature with the chiwen (a mythical beast), and then showed a look of disgust.

"Interested in changing your gender, Mr. Dog?"

Lu Boyun has high emotional intelligence and won't say anything that hurts someone's dignity.

"Oh, it's okay if you don't want to. I don't need your consent. I just need my consent."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and all the soldiers except the one leading the hunting dog retreated with expressions of both curiosity and fear.

"Someone, bring our treasure over for him to see, so he can see what size his future groom is and how he compares to his apricot pit and straw."

The soldier swallowed hard, then dragged it almost like a hunting dog to the Chiwen.

The hound was panting heavily, as if it were in discomfort. It raised one leg to expose the painful area and licked it.

Chiwen was initially puzzled, then panicked.

"Get out! Get out! Don't bring it here! Drag this beast out!"

He began to struggle.

But no matter how much he resisted, the cold iron chains bound his body tightly.

Like his heart, slowly dying out.

"...Tell me, which genius came up with this idea?"

The soldiers stood outside, looking at the miserable scene inside with a mixture of curiosity and disgust, and discussing it amongst themselves.