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Chapter 700 Emotional Breakdown
Slurp, slurp.

With a gasp, a pungent, spicy aroma of spices assaults the brain.

Zhao Xingsheng slowly opened his eyes. His groggy mind and weak body made it difficult for him to react even when he recalled being drugged and kidnapped.

He struggled to lift his head, glanced around with a blank and agitated look, and then let it fall limply back down.

"How long did you use anesthesia to smother him in the car last night?"

Ai Liang put down the hot and sour noodles in her hand and asked Pan Junyuan.

"During the bumpy ride, I was afraid of waking him up, so I kept him covered up for more than ten minutes on and off. Then, when we changed vehicles, I covered him up for another ten minutes..."

"I'm wondering what happened." Ai Liang looked helpless.

Normally, a person who is knocked unconscious by sevoflurane will wake up within a few minutes if the amount inhaled is small.

Ai Liang used hypnotic suggestion to extend the time to several hours.

The hypnotic suggestion has been lifted, and the effects of the anesthetic should have worn off long ago, but it has been dragging on until now.

It can only be said that Zhao Xingsheng was lucky to survive, as he was not smothered to death by Pan Junyuan.

However, there were advantages to Zhao Xingsheng waking up late. Ai Liang took advantage of this time to go home and give the housekeeper a boost, and also bought two breakfasts on the way here.

Unfortunately, with his enemy right in front of him, even knowing that Zhao Xingsheng had no intention of killing his parents, Pan Junyuan still had no appetite, so Ai Liang had to eat two breakfasts by herself.

Ai Liang carried the hot and sour noodles to Zhao Xingsheng, and after swallowing the noodles in her mouth, she squatted down and asked, "Can you speak?"

"who are you?"

After recovering, Zhao Xingsheng uttered his first words.

"I advise you to find out who you've kidnapped before you do anything... I'm one of Toyosaki's men. If the investigation leads back to you, do you think Toyosaki will let you off the hook?"

Yes, it's a very standard intimidation tactic.

Suck.

Ai Liang picked up her chopsticks, slurped up a mouthful of rice noodles, slowly stepped aside, and gave Pan Junyuan a wink, meaning it was now his turn.

Pan Junyuan stepped forward: "Toyosaki already wanted to kill me, so how much more trouble could it possibly cause?"

"you……"

Zhao Xingsheng looked up at Pan Junyuan, his eyes wide: "It's you?!"

"Besides me, no one else would bring you all the way here."

Pan Junyuan took a deep breath: "Do you know where Xu Le is?"

Zhao Xingsheng's face contorted: "What have you found out?"

“Many.” Pan Junyuan said expressionlessly, “Xu Le was the one who ordered you to set the fire, wasn’t he? Tell me where Xu Le is.”

Zhao Xingsheng breathed a sigh of relief and grinned maliciously at Pan Junyuan: "Hehe, guess?"

Looking at Zhao Xingsheng's malicious smile, a surge of anger welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Snapped!
Pan Junyuan slapped Zhao Xingsheng hard across the face, and his hand began to go numb from the force.

Pan Junyuan clenched his fist to relieve the numbness in his palm and continued to ask, "Where is Xu Le?"

"Pooh."

He spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto Pan Junyuan's leg, and when he looked up, he still had that same oblivious, sinister grin.

"Little brat, haven't you eaten?"

"Ahhhh!!!"

Pan Junyuan let out a hysterical roar.

Immediately afterwards, fists rained down on Zhao Xingsheng's face.

The sympathy he felt while listening to the recording, and the composure he displayed when telling Ai Liang that he wanted to bring down Toyosaki, were all forgotten by Pan Junyuan at this moment because of the completely unrepentant smile in front of him.

The dull thuds of punches landing lasted for several seconds. Pan Junyuan, his fists hurting, kicked Zhao Xingsheng and his chair to the ground. His eyes began to scan the garage.

Finally, Pan Junyuan found what he was looking for: a tire crowbar.

With bloodshot eyes, Pan Junyuan rushed to the crowbar, grabbed it, and was about to hit Zhao Xingsheng.

But as he turned around, his arm was grabbed.

Ai Liang held a plastic bowl in one hand and grabbed Pan Junyuan with the other.

"Calm down. I told you to ask questions, not to beat someone to death. Even if you're going to kill him, you have to get the information first."

The latter wasn't listening at all, only struggling desperately: "Let me go!!!"

Ai Liang ignored him and took another sip of soup from the bowl.

A few minutes later, Pan Junyuan realized that no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of Ai Liang's hand. Exhausted, he finally put down the crowbar and sat down on the ground.

After a while, she suddenly started crying.

The emotions that had been suppressed for the past six months found an outlet at this moment.

Pan Junyuan did not want to show his weak side in front of his enemy.

He tried to clench his teeth to stifle his sobs, but each sob easily broke through his lips, making his voice sound incoherent.

Ai Liang sighed, threw the plastic bowl into the trash can, and patted Pan Junyuan on the shoulder.

Ai Liang didn't laugh at Pan Junyuan. The more a person suppresses themselves, the more hysterical they become when they have an emotional breakdown.

Mr. M had anticipated this scene, which is why he specifically asked Ai Liang to follow Pan Junyuan.

"The meal is finished, it's time to change people."

Ai Liang walked past Pan Junyuan to Zhao Xingsheng and helped him up the chair.

Zhao Xingsheng opened his mouth, and blood-tinged saliva slid from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Pan Junyuan, who was sitting on the ground howling, and said disdainfully, "Trash."

Perhaps Pan Junyuan previously thought that Zhao Xingsheng was forced into this situation and was also a victim, and that he shouldn't be held responsible for any resentment.

Now, Zhao Xingsheng has taught this naive young man a good lesson.

Zhao Xingsheng never felt remorse for accidentally killing two families. What troubled him was not the pangs of conscience, but the fear of losing everything he had after the incident was exposed.

How could someone who does the dirty work for the Toyosaki Group possibly have a conscience?

"Huff... huff... which gang are you from?"

Zhao Xingsheng took a few heavy breaths and then took the initiative to ask Ai Liang questions.

Pan Junyuan's wailing gave him a lot more confidence.

'Hey, hey, hey, you can tolerate a prisoner talking to you like that?'

With a chilling, malicious intent, he suggested, "There seems to be some soup left from the hot and sour noodles. Gouge out his eyeballs, add the remaining soup and chili sauce, and pour it into his eye sockets."

Ai Liang sighed helplessly: "Why is it that every time you open your mouth it's something gory or grotesque? This is an interrogation, not torture."

'Hehe, don't you realize why? When you pinned that skinny guy to the ground before…'

Before Anliang could finish speaking, Ailiang sent him back into the dark room.

"Why aren't you saying anything? When this kid asked you to help him kidnap someone, did he say it was someone from Toyosaki?"

With a swollen face, Zhao Xingsheng mumbled, "Following this kid is a dead end. The fact that you managed to get me here all by yourself proves you're quite capable. Do you want to come and work for us? My boss admires capable people the most."

Ai Liang didn't respond.

He didn't intend to follow Zhao Xingsheng's lead.

Ai Liang stood behind the chair, placed her hands on Zhao Xingsheng's shoulders, and slowly leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Do you want to know how your wife Yu Feng is doing now?"

His soft whispers were like thunderclaps.

Zhao Xingsheng, who had always presented himself as a ruthless and tough guy to the two men, froze.

(End of this chapter)