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Chapter 2650 Let them rot in hell (Third update, please subscribe)

"Hmph, so you've got what I've inspired you, huh?"

Li Yi'an's cold laugh masked an barely concealed rage.

At that moment, he truly wanted to kill. Many people in the world try to learn from him, but no one has ever tried to learn like Lorenzo.

He was actually imitating himself—it was utterly absurd.

What a damn guy!

But after calming down a bit, Li Yi'an had to admit a reality—that is, as the ultimate form of capital.

The allure of SEA to conglomerates worldwide is unimaginable.

Some people envy them, and of course, some people want to emulate them. They may have missed the best opportunity, but who can guarantee that they won't create opportunities?

Just like that guy Lorenzo, he went crazy after his ambitions swelled.

That's why he did something that sounds so unbelievable.

"...After the coalition forces entered Beirut, he not only further increased his investments in Beirut and other places, planning to economically control the country, but also, according to information provided by Philip, his son had already gone to Lebanon several years ago, and—"

Looking at Li Yi'an, Berlin said.

"He had a sizable army in the area, and with Lorenzo's support, his army was well-equipped and repeatedly defeated sectarian militias in the civil war. Therefore, he controlled a part of southern Lebanon and was a local warlord who cooperated with the government."

Moreover, because of his hardline stance against sectarian organizations, he enjoys strong support among the local population. If all goes according to plan, he should run for office in the next few years and ultimately gain control of Lebanon.

After a slight pause, Berlin replied.

"At that time, he will likely use factors such as sectarian conflict to achieve his goal of maintaining power in the long term."

After he finished speaking, Berlin looked at Li Yi'an, knowing what was about to happen.

"He's dreaming."

Li Yi'an said coldly.

"He must pay the price; the debt remains even after death."

The debt remains even after a person dies.

Lorenzo has been involved in financial speculation for so many years, has he forgotten even this basic common sense?

He smiled coldly.

Li Yi'an felt a sense of intimacy, but at that moment Berlin asked a question.

"By the way, Lorenzo... he hopes to meet you."

"Want to meet me?"

Li Yi'an said in a contemptuous tone:
"Is he worthy?"

After saying that, Li Yi'an casually added something else.

"We need to make sure he doesn't rot away in that prison."

Meanwhile, Lorenzo, in his secret prison in the Middle Eastern desert, is unaware that his fate has already been decided.

But while in this prison, Lorenzo suddenly had a thought—perhaps this would be the place where he would spend the rest of his life.

"How could this be?"

Once, in solitary confinement, Lorenzo looked around in despair.

The prison had no windows, and even the doors were made of thick steel plates. He was essentially isolated in this small room, which was less than 10 square meters.

A bed, a small table, and a toilet with no privacy at all, and it even has a squat toilet.

Everything looked extremely rudimentary. For Lorenzo, a billionaire, this was all hard to adapt to, but he had no choice but to, because he was now in prison.

"No, no, it should be like this."

As he asked the question, Lorenzo shook his head in despair.

He had no idea what had happened in the past two days.

The assassin killed his bodyguard, and then he and Philip were kidnapped together.

Yes, he was kidnapped.

In Lorenzo's view, he wasn't arrested; he was secretly kidnapped, just like this prison, which was also a secret prison.

"As long as I can get out, I will definitely expose this place to the whole world."

Lorenzo paced back and forth in the cramped prison cell.

Although he said he would expose this place, the expression on his face showed tension and fear.

Lorenzo, who had been pampered since childhood, never imagined that one day he would be imprisoned, especially in a prison where no one spoke to him and there was no sound.

He couldn't even stay in such a terrible place for a day.

"Let me go! Please let me go!"

Once again, Lorenzo shouted at the small window in the iron gate.

He tried to get the guard's attention, but the guard completely ignored him.

No one responded.

Nobody paid any attention.

At that moment, Lorenzo felt as if the whole world had abandoned him.

Overwhelmed by fear, Lorenzo continued to shout.

“Do you know who I am? I am Lorenzo de' Medici… I am…”

Hearing the roars coming from the cell, the man sitting in the monitoring room just smiled and said, "It's only been a day, and he's already broken down. There's no point in continuing the interrogation."

His subordinate standing behind him immediately nodded and said.

"Boss, this is normal. That guy has been pampered for so many years. For him, let alone using any special methods, even a solitary confinement like this is equivalent to torture. If we let him shout for a while longer, his defenses will completely collapse by tomorrow at the latest."

The man nodded, continuing to watch Lorenzo pacing back and forth in the room through the monitor, observing the prisoner's near-collapse and screaming.

After thinking for a moment, he said again:

“Let’s tough it out a bit more. Like training a hawk, we’ll wear down his will first… Besides, we lost people in London. Does he think he can do anything without paying a price? But there’s always a price to pay.”

As he spoke, the man lit a cigarette and silently smoked it, coldly watching Lorenzo pacing back and forth on the screen.

In his eyes, this was nothing more than a prisoner destined to rot away in this secret prison.

Over the years, many people have entered this prison. But no one has ever walked out of it.

They will eventually confess everything without reservation.

But in the end, they will all rot and die here.

This is the fundamental reason why secret prisons exist; they are secret because no one can walk out of them.

Those people will eventually rot and die here.

Of course, they can obtain better treatment through cooperation, which is the rule of survival here.

The survival rule here is simple: use intelligence to exchange for better living conditions.

Just as Lorenzo was roaring there, in another area of ​​the prison, Philip looked at the interrogator in front of him and said:
“I know this is a secret prison.”

Perhaps because he was a lawyer, he resigned himself to his fate once he realized he had been secretly kidnapped.

Philip knew very well that once he entered such a secret prison, there was absolutely no way he could leave.

So he readily agreed to cooperate.

They basically answered all their questions without reservation.

This also allowed him to be in a cell with better critical conditions.
However, his interrogation did not end there.

"I've already said a lot about what I know, from why the Duke planned the London terror attacks to how he provided the funding."

Not only that, there's a lot of other information. I wonder what else you'd like to know?

In response to Philip's answer, the interrogator sitting in front of him simply smiled and asked.

Want a cigarette?

Then the interrogator handed him a cigarette and lit it for him himself. As Philip smoked the cigarette, the interrogator looked at him and said...

"Mr. Philip, do you know where you are?"

"It must be a secret prison."

As Philip exhaled smoke, he looked at the interrogator with a seemingly very calm expression and spoke.

“I’ve heard people say that some countries have such secret prisons. No one knows they exist, no one knows where they are, and no one knows who is imprisoned in them.”

Then, in a self-deprecating tone, he said:
"At one time, I thought all of this was just a legend. I never thought I would come to a place like this one day."

"You're right."

The interrogator nodded and looked at him as he spoke.

"This is indeed a secret prison. Apart from the people inside, the whole world knows nothing about it. So, the question is, Mr. Philip, with your wisdom, is it possible for you to be released once you enter this prison?"

"what……"

Philip just stood there, cigarette dangling from his lips, staring at the other man without moving.

Although he had been mentally prepared for this, he was still stunned when the other party told him about his future fate.

"me……"

"Mr. Philip, do you think this kind of communication will continue in the future?"

Faced with this interview, Philippe frowned and silently smoked his cigarette, puff after puff.

He knew perfectly well that the other person was reminding him that the conversation would continue until he revealed everything he knew.

"Many terrorists and some special criminals have been detained here. They all eventually told everything. The only question is whether to choose to cooperate voluntarily or to continue cooperating after going through other means."

If they choose to cooperate, they can live here as friends.

The interrogator looked at the silent Philip and said:

"So, what choice will you make now? Would you like to be my friend?"

While speaking, the interrogator looked at the other person with a smile.

It was like a cat watching a mouse. He dominated the entire interrogation process and knew exactly what choice the person being interrogated would ultimately make.

After finally finishing his last puff of cigarette, Philip spoke.

"I... I know some other things..."

His answer brought a smile to the interrogator's face, who then pressed the record button and looked at the other person with a smile.

Having gone through countless interrogations, he knew very well that the other party had now compromised.

He'll confess to some things, of course. He'll also hide some things, but it won't matter much. There's still plenty of time.

This is a secret prison. Anyone sent here will eventually rot and die here.

They will all eventually choose to cooperate, because the dead in hell have no choice but to cooperate.

(End of this chapter)