He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

No sooner had he finished speaking than Gao Wenliang's car arrived at the factory.

Several employees quickly greeted Gao Wenliang.

Gao Wenliang waved his hand, telling them to go about their own business.

Gao Wenliang and Zhang Beixing also heard screams coming from the warehouse.

The old security guard said, "This guy has been shouting for more than ten minutes. He's really persistent."

Zhang Beixing asked, "Did he make any phone calls?"

The old man said he didn't know, and that it wouldn't matter even if he was hit.

Gao Wenliang said, "Alright, stop wasting time. Release him and take him to my office."

Zhang Beixing said, "Go to your office and wait. I'll take him there."

Gao Wenliang nodded and went to his office first.

The old man opened the warehouse door, but asked Zhang Beixing with some concern, "Can he manage on his own? Should I find a few employees to help?"

Zhang Beixing said no.

The moment the door opened, Jiang Wenwu realized that Zhang Beixing was behind it all.

"It's you, Zhang Beixing?"

Zhang Beixing immediately slapped him.

"You beast, you think you can get away with this? Come with me to my office right now!"

He asked the old man which room Gao Wenliang's office was in.

The old man told him.

Without saying a word, Zhang Beixing picked up Jiang Wenwu and headed towards the office.

Jiang Wenwu immediately began to struggle.

Soon, Zhang Beixing arrived at Gao Wenliang's office.

Gao Wenliang was not familiar with this office, but even when he was not there, someone would come to clean it from time to time, so the office was always clean and tidy.

Zhang Beixing didn't hold back with Jiang Wenwu, slamming him to the ground before locking the door behind him.

Jiang Wenwu looked alarmed and hurriedly asked Zhang Beixing, "How did you find me?"

Zhang Beixing sneered: "You were the center of attention last night, don't you realize that?"

Jiang Wenwu suddenly realized that drinking last night had caused such a big problem.

He was filled with remorse, realizing he shouldn't have been so arrogant back then, but it was too late to say anything now.

Zhang Beixing stared intently at Jiang Wenwu, his eyes sharp, and asked sternly, "Tell me quickly, where did you take Zhu Xiaoling?"

Jiang Wenwu looked helpless and quickly explained, "She was picked up by someone else on the way. As for where they went, I really don't know. In the Divine Dragon Society, I'm just an insignificant nobody. I don't even know how many members there are."

Zhang Beixing thought Jiang Wenwu was very cunning and was convinced that he was not telling the truth.

"It seems you won't learn your lesson until you see the coffin. In that case, don't blame me for being impolite."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhang Beixing swiftly pulled out a silver needle and plunged it into Jiang Wenwu's neck. Jiang Wenwu felt as if countless ants were gnawing at his body, causing him unbearable pain.

Gao Wenliang clapped and cheered from the side: "Well done, he should taste this kind of pain."

Hearing the commotion, the staff in the next office rushed to the door to find out what had happened.

Unfortunately, the door was locked tight, and they couldn't hear anything.

Just one minute later, Jiang Wenwu could no longer hold on. He was covered in cold sweat and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Zhang Beixing slowly sat down in the chair.

Gao Wenliang roared, "You beast, if you can't take it anymore, then confess!"

Zhang Beixing fell into deep thought. He wondered if the reason Jiang Wenwu refused to speak was because the Divine Dragon Society had some means of controlling him, making him afraid to open his mouth.

At this moment, Jiang Wenwu was in a terrible state, rolling around on the ground, looking extremely miserable.

Gao Wenliang looked at him and teased him deliberately, "You've dirtied my floor, you'll have to pay for it."

Zhang Beixing, however, acted as if nothing was wrong, sitting to the side leisurely playing on his phone, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

However, he felt a bit more "admiration" for Jiang Wenwu; even at this point, he was still so stubborn.

Finally, as if he had been skinned alive, Jiang Wenwu pleaded in agony, "Alright, alright, I'll talk. Please let me get back to normal."

Zhang Beixing acted as if he hadn't heard, continuing to sit as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Wenwu couldn't take it anymore and crawled to Zhang Beixing like a dog, pleading, "I'm willing to explain everything, just please let me go."

Gao Wenliang glanced at Zhang Beixing, implying that since the other party was willing to confess, perhaps it was time to stop.

Zhang Beixing then calmly said to Jiang Wenwu, "Don't worry, you'll feel better in a few minutes."

Zhang Beixing noticed that more and more people were gathering outside, so he gave Gao Wenliang a wink.

Gao Wenliang understood immediately, opened the door, and said to the people standing outside, "This is none of your business. Go back to work."

Seeing this, the group had no choice but to slink back to their posts.

A few minutes later, Jiang Wenwu felt the pain in his body finally lessen.

Zhang Beixing glared at him and warned, "You'd better be smart this time and tell me everything you know, or you'll suffer again later."

Left with no other choice, Jiang Wenwu had to explain, "I took the Holy Maiden to a villa yesterday, but I don't know if anyone is still living there now."

"What was the name of the person who took her away?" Zhang Beixing pressed.

“I don’t know his name either. He just told me to call him Mr. Jia.” Jiang Wenwu knew Zhang Beixing would definitely ask this, so he simply said it first.

"Then why do you believe that Zhu Xiaoling is the Holy Maiden?" Zhang Beixing continued to ask.

Jiang Wenwu shook his head, looking completely bewildered: "I don't know either. That's what they said, and that's what I relayed. As for why, I have absolutely no idea."

“Zhang Beixing, I’m telling you the truth,” Jiang Wenwu said urgently.

Zhang Beixing then asked him his name and where he lived.

Upon asking, it was discovered that Jiang Wenwu had indeed rented a house near his villa area.

It seems he had planned this all along and had been lurking nearby.

"Fine, you're quite persistent," Zhang Beixing sneered.

"I've said everything I need to say, can you let me go now?" Jiang Wenwu asked expectantly.

“Don’t rush off. Tell me why you’re so loyal to the Divine Dragon Society, and how much do you really know about it? Tell me honestly.” Zhang Beixing stared at him sharply.

Jiang Wenwu looked troubled and hesitated for a moment before saying, "I've already said, I'm just a nobody, I don't know anything."

"Then why are you so loyal? There must be a reason," Zhang Beixing persisted.

"Because my family is in their hands," Jiang Wenwu said helplessly, revealing the pain in his heart.

One day, he returned home and found a stranger in his house.

He was completely baffled, not understanding how a stranger could have a key to his house.

The stranger told him that his parents were in their hands and claimed to be a member of the Divine Dragon Society. From then on, he had to obey the orders of the Divine Dragon Society. Moreover, the Divine Dragon Society had found him because they thought he was a useful talent.

Jiang Wenwu knew perfectly well that what the other person said was just polite talk.

He was no talent at all; before this, he had never even heard of the Divine Dragon Society.

From then on, he had no choice but to obey others and even made contact with the man named Mr. Jia who was with him.

As for the situation of the other members of the Divine Dragon Society, and whether they were also threatened like him, he had no idea.

Zhang Beixing turned to Gao Wenliang and said, "Let's head over to that villa now."

After saying that, he pointed at Jiang Wenwu and said, "This beast can stay here for now." Upon hearing this, Jiang Wenwu immediately became anxious: "How could you do this? I have already told you everything I know."

Without saying a word, Zhang Beixing raised his hand and slapped him.

"Now that you're in our hands, you'd better behave yourself. Who knows if what you just said was true or false?"

Gao Wenliang kicked him back, cursing, "You have the nerve to say that? You arrested Zhu Xiaoling, and now you're acting like nothing happened. You want us to release you? No way!"

In the end, Jiang Wenwu was locked in that warehouse again, but this time the treatment was a little more "humane," and he was given food and water.

Zhang Beixing and Gao Wenliang immediately set off for the villa, but they didn't have much hope, thinking that the other party might have already moved.

Sure enough, when they arrived at the villa area, they found the villa doors locked.

Moreover, this villa is a standalone building, surrounded by ordinary buildings, so there is no possibility of getting lost.

"Could it be that the beast didn't tell us the truth?" Gao Wenliang couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Beixing thought about it and felt that under those circumstances, Jiang Wenwu probably wouldn't dare to lie.

It seems the other party has really moved. If it were him, he would have done the same.

The two sighed helplessly and had no choice but to go back. Zhang Beixing returned to his villa, while Gao Wenliang went back to his workplace.

Zhang Beixing sat in the room, pondering his next move. Just then, his phone rang; it was Shui Qingli calling.

"Hey, how have you been lately?" Shui Qingli asked with concern.

Although it had only been a few days since they last met, it felt like several years had passed.

"I'm alright," Zhang Beixing replied casually.

Shui Qingli then inquired about Zhu Xiaoling's situation.

Zhang Beixing hesitated for a moment, unsure whether he should speak.

"What exactly happened? Tell me quickly!" Shui Qingli urged.

Zhang Beixing sighed and had no choice but to tell the whole truth.

"Oh my god, why didn't you tell me about something so important? We're such good friends, this is so unfair of you!" Shui Qingli said, somewhat angrily.

Zhang Beixing quickly admitted his mistake, explaining that he didn't say anything because he was too afraid of making her worry.

Shui Qingli then asked, "Are there any clues next?"

"I'm still not entirely sure. It seems that I can't rely on my own strength alone. I have to cooperate with the authorities," Zhang Beixing said helplessly.

Shui Qingli thought his idea was right and that it should have been done a long time ago, and even criticized Zhang Beixing.

"Okay, if there's any good news, be sure to tell me right away."

"Don't worry, I will definitely tell you."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Beixing felt even heavier.

He quickly found the security department's contact information through various channels.

Coincidentally, the other party was also paying attention to the Shenlong Society, because they had also discovered some clues about it.

Zhang Beixing thought to himself, "This is such a coincidence."

The other party told him that there was a branch of the security department in Haicheng, and they would contact him later, and he could just wait at home.

Half an hour later, Zhang Beixing's phone rang again. It was an unfamiliar number, probably from the security department.

After the call was connected, a clear female voice came from the other end of the line.

The other party explained their purpose: they hoped to meet with Zhang Beixing.

“Okay, then tell me a place, let’s have a meal together,” Zhang Beixing said.

The other party seemed a little hesitant, so Zhang Beixing quickly said, "Beautiful lady, I'm not a bad person, you can trust me."

Zhang Beixing thought to himself that the other party might be unwilling to associate with strange men, which was why she had reservations.

"I'm not a beauty, I'm an ugly duckling," the other person said half-jokingly.

Then, the other party gave an address.

Zhang Beixing said he would definitely go over at noon and then asked the other person what their name was.

"My name is Sun Xiuling."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Beixing breathed a sigh of relief.

But he still had doubts: could he really get results by relying on Sun Xiuling?
Zhu Xiaoling, where are you now? Are you in a lot of pain?
If Zhu Xiaoling wakes up and finds herself in an unfamiliar environment, she will definitely feel extremely helpless.

And you definitely can't get through to them on the phone now.

Although Zhang Beixing knew the answer, he still tried dialing, and sure enough, he couldn't get through.

He called Gao Wenliang again and told him that he was going to meet with people from the security department at noon.

"That's great, I hope it will turn out well," Gao Wenliang said.

At this time, in an extremely remote little village.

Mr. Jia and several other men settled down and lived here.

They had only recently rented this house.

Mr. Jia always wore a mask, and even the men around him had never seen his real face.

However, judging from his voice, he may not be an ugly person.

Zhu Xiaoling was placed on a bed, unconscious.

In the room to the south, there is a large pot.

At this moment, someone is starting a fire.

Medicine was simmering in a pot, and the person tending the fire was wearing a mask, but was still coughing incessantly from the pungent smell of the medicine.

Mr. Jia kept glancing at his watch.

He estimated that the medicine would be ready in about half an hour.

He quickly gathered several men around him.

"Don't forget, you've all sworn allegiance to the Divine Dragon Society. Anyone who dares to betray us will suffer an even worse fate. Do you all understand?"

Several people responded in unison, indicating that they understood.

This kind of ideological indoctrination happens almost every day.

A short while later, Mr. Jia pulled up a video on his phone.

The video features a former traitor whose end was extremely tragic.

These people have watched this video countless times, but each time they watch it, they still have new feelings.

Half an hour later, the medicine was finally ready.

Mr. Jia asked the person who was preparing the medicine to pour it into a bowl and wait for it to cool down.

Another half hour passed, and the medicine finally cooled down.

Mr. Jia plans to personally feed Zhu Xiaoling the medicine.

Several men were standing nearby at the time.

But they watched this scene blankly, like puppets on strings.

They had already been rigorously trained by Mr. Jia.

Mr. Jia hopes that everyone will be like them, becoming a loyal puppet.

Training such people is truly no easy feat. (End of Chapter)