Chapter Sixty: Kill Them All

“Sir, I’m telling the truth! No one instructed us to kidnap those two people—it’s just that we were short on money, so we wanted to abduct them and get some cash.” Doggie stubbornly refused to confess, believing that if he could endure the torture without revealing anything, he would be safe.

Chu Feng raised the scalpel once more; with a swift motion, he sliced off Doggie’s ear. The intense pain sent Doggie sprawling on the floor, howling in agony.

“If you still refuse to speak, I’ll take you to our usual interrogation chamber. There, you’ll get to savor the ten tortures firsthand.” Chu Feng hadn’t expected Doggie to be so tough, persisting in his silence.

This indirectly suggested two things: either Doggie held leverage over his employer, or he had received such a substantial sum that it was worth dying for.

“I’m asking you one last time: who is your mastermind? If you don’t tell me now, don’t blame me for what happens next.” As he spoke, Chu Feng pressed his foot down hard on the fingers of Doggie’s left hand.

“Sir, I swear I’m telling the truth. No one sent us.” Doggie’s gaze toward Chu Feng had shifted, now filled with terror, but he remained unwilling to confess.

Chu Feng stomped several times on Doggie’s fingers, crushing every one on his left hand.

“Ah! Just kill me already! I really wasn’t instructed by anyone—I only kidnapped them because I needed the money!” Doggie rolled on the floor, desperate to alleviate his pain.

“I won’t kill you, unless you tell the truth. Or perhaps I’ll bring your family here and let them suffer humiliation before your eyes.” Chu Feng’s words were ruthless, though he had no intention of actually carrying out such threats. He merely wanted to frighten Doggie into naming the mastermind.

“I beg you! Kill me if you must, but don’t harm my family. I only have my parents left at home.” Ignoring his pain, Doggie dropped to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly to Chu Feng.

“Then tell me—who instructed you? How much did they pay you to commit such a heinous act?” Chu Feng seized Doggie’s collar, shouting his demand.

“I don’t know his name. He was dressed all in black. He gave me ten million Hua currency and told me to kidnap those two people.” Doggie seemed to have broken down, roaring out the identity of the mastermind.

“Why did you want to kill them both? Didn’t you consider you’d pay with your life for this? Didn’t you realize you’d be caught by the police and lose your ten million anyway?” Chu Feng released Doggie, whose mind was now on the verge of collapse. Any further pressure might push him into madness.

“I never wanted to kill them, but that man in black insisted. If I refused, he threatened to kill me. I had no choice.” As Doggie finished, he covered his face and began to cry.

After kidnapping Zhao De and Chen Yalei, he had tried to extract secrets from their base. But these two were resolute; no matter the torture, they never spoke.

When the mastermind received no information, he ordered Doggie to kill them. Before the murder, Doggie had even humiliated Chen Yalei.

“Keep watch on them. If anyone tries to escape, kill them on the spot.” Chu Feng instructed Wang Cheng and his team to guard the prisoners, then went upstairs to find Ma Han.

While Chu Feng interrogated Doggie, Ma Han had taken two of the kidnappers upstairs for questioning, wanting to see if their confessions matched. After last time’s fiasco, Chu Feng was determined not to repeat the mistake.

“Well, what did you find out?” Chu Feng approached Ma Han to ask about the interrogation.

Ma Han relayed all he had learned, and Chu Feng nodded; Ma Han’s findings were almost identical to Doggie’s confession.

“What should we do with these people? Even if we hand them over to the police, they’ll get life sentences or worse. When they’re released, they’ll be old men in their seventies.” Ma Han looked at the kidnappers, unsure what to do. They were all young, barely in their twenties.

“It’s simple. Kill them all. None should be left alive. There’s no reason for them to continue breathing—they only waste air.” Chu Feng wasn’t being cruel; these men would do anything for money, and who knew what other crimes they had committed.

Ma Han made no further comment, instructing his men to take the kidnappers to the third floor, where the others were held.

“Doggie, where’s the ten million? Give it to me.” Chu Feng sought out Doggie, intending to confiscate the money he’d received.

“It’s in my card. The password is written on the back. If you’re going to kill me, I won’t argue, but please share the ten million among my brothers’ families—they all have hard lives.” Doggie, for all his faults, proved himself a man of loyalty, unafraid of death, and willing to share his earnings among his comrades before dying.

“There are twelve of you. I’ll give each family five hundred thousand. The rest I’ll donate to children in impoverished mountain areas, as a way of atoning for your crimes.” Chu Feng did not keep the ten million for himself. He withdrew six million for the twelve families, and donated the remaining four million to children in poor regions.

All twelve were dealt with by Chu Feng. Afterward, he collected their lifespans, totaling two hundred and forty years.

Even if Chu Feng had spared them, none would have lived much longer. After harvesting their lifespans, Chu Feng called Li Zemeng, asking him to inform the city police to send people to collect the bodies.

“Let’s go.” Hanging up the phone, Chu Feng did not look back. He left together with Ma Han and the others.

Chu Feng handed the card to Ma Han for the distribution of the ten million, trusting Ma Han’s integrity.

Chu Feng and Ma Han drove back to the hospital, but Ma Han did not go upstairs to visit Elder Chen. Instead, he drove Wang Chen and the others straight back to the base.