Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 182
Cao Weida remained unmoved by Jiang Haichao's pleas for mercy.

Forget about giving me money; once you're dead, all your money will be mine!

Why should I ask you to give me my money?

With a wave of his hand, the thug shouted, "Drag him in!"

"Cao Wei Da, Inspector Cao, Lord Cao!!"

"Gag me!" Little Ears impatiently grabbed a rag and, without caring whether it was dirty or not, stuffed it directly into Jiang Haichao's mouth.

"Ugh... Ugh~"

The rag clearly didn't taste good, and Jiang Haichao, with his mouth gagged, stared wide-eyed, his face contorted in pain.

The way he looked so uncomfortable probably made it no different from eating shit.

"Ugh, what a strong smell!" Cao Weida fanned his nose. "Little Ears, what did you stuff in your mouth?"

"My brother's socks." Little Ears tugged at Lian Hu. "Put your stinky feet on my shoes!"

"Oh." Lian Hu scratched his head sheepishly.

Lian Hu's socks?
Cao Weida gagged. He knew about Lian Hu's smelly feet. How was that any different from a biological weapon?
He quickly took a few steps back, saying, "Take him away quickly."

Little Ears glared at Lian Hu, and after ordering him to take the man away, asked, "Brother Cao, what should we do with those human traffickers?"

"What do you think we should do?" Cao Weida, who had taken several steps back, breathed in the fresh air. It was really tough on Lian Hu's wife; if this continued, she'd be pickled to perfection.

"If you ask me, these damned beasts should be killed! They're all animals that deserve to go to the eighteenth level of hell!"

"Which level of hell we go to isn't up to us; that's for the King of Hell to decide." Cao Weida took out a cigarette, lit it, and used the smoke to dispel the stench.

"But we can't let them die so easily before we get them into the ground."

"Shoot them? That's too lenient on them."

"Brother Cao, what do you suggest we do?" Little Ear also felt that killing them all at once was too lenient on them.

"Brother Cao, our interrogation room doesn't have all the necessary torture instruments. How about I prepare a set based on the ones in the Military Police Headquarters' interrogation room, and then let them try them on one by one?"

"That would be too easy on them," Cao Weida sneered. "In ancient times, there were punishments like being sliced ​​into a thousand pieces and being cut into thin skin like grass. Let them experience these instruments of torture first, and then execute them with either of these methods!"

The thought of those children who would be disabled for the rest of their lives filled Cao Weida with murderous intent.

I simply cannot get over this mental hurdle unless I impose the ultimate punishment on them!

hiss~~
Xiao Erduo gasped; the mere thought of such torture sent chills down her spine.

But on second thought, these people are also guilty of heinous crimes, and ordinary punishments are simply not worthy of their evil deeds!
But then a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Brother Cao, I support what you're doing, but..."

He paused, then smiled wryly:

"None of us know those two punishments you mentioned."

It's not just that it's not that simple, the key is that I can't get over that mental hurdle!

Without systematic learning and inheritance, do you really think anyone can be an executioner?

Especially for a craftsman who would be subjected to a punishment like being torn to pieces?

Even ordinary people would tremble with fear at the thought of killing someone, let alone someone covered in blood.
"Nobody knows? How can you say nobody knows? If you don't know, can't you go find someone?" Cao Weida looked at him irritably.
"This is Beiping, the former capital!"

Little Ears patted his head and said awkwardly, "You know what, my brain just doesn't work as fast as yours, Brother Cao. Okay, I'll go find it now."

The incandescent light in the interrogation room was so bright it made your eyes dizzy, and the coldness of the iron chair seeped into your bones through the thin prison uniform.

A human trafficker struggled with his wrists twisted behind his back within the hemp rope. The rough fibers had already chafed his skin, and scabs of blood clung to the fabric. Every movement caused excruciating pain.

"Grandpa, I was wrong, I was really wrong. You...you killed me."

The human traffickers had already been tortured beyond recognition; their prison uniforms were covered in bloody welts from whippings, making the already dirty uniforms even filthy.

Yes, it's filthy, even his blood is dirty!

"No rush. It would be such a waste if he died so easily." Cao Weida took two steps forward expressionlessly, his leather boots grinding against the iron chains on the ground with a harsh clanging sound.

He held a bamboo skewer about the thickness of a chopstick in his hand, its tip gleaming coldly under the light.

"When this thing gets stuck in your fingernail, first it goes numb, then it burns like fire, and then your whole finger feels like it's soaking in boiling water."

Before he could finish speaking, a bamboo skewer was already pressed against the trafficker's right index finger.

The trafficker tensed up, cold sweat pouring down his back like it was free, his throat trembling with fear, and he struggled incessantly to back away. Unfortunately, restrained, he had no room to escape.

His face contorted with terror, he cried out weakly in a trembling voice, "No, no... please kill me, kill me!!!"

"what!!!"

The inhuman pain caused the traffickers, who were already too weak to cry out, to let out a bloodcurdling scream. The roars in their throats were crushed by their teeth, and their knuckles were curled up and turned bluish-white from the excruciating pain.

His left hand gripped the armrest of the iron chair tightly, his fingerprints embedded in the rust.

Cao Wei Da showed no pity whatsoever. Without obeying his movements, he grabbed Cao Wei Da's fingertips with his other hand and twisted them outwards.
“After seeing what those children went through, I told my brothers that I would repay them tenfold or a hundredfold for the torment they suffered.”

"Want to die? It's not that easy!"

Cao Weida's voice was icy, like that of an emotionless machine.

The rusty iron chain suddenly wrapped around his ankle and was yanked hard.
Clang~~
The sound of a head hitting a metal plate echoed in the interrogation room, as if the bones were about to crack.

Nearby, several interrogators' eyelids twitched. After all, they weren't heartless fake spies, and their interrogations were mostly quite rough.

If no secrets are uncovered during interrogation, they are either killed, imprisoned, or handed over to the intelligence agency.

Therefore, they were aware of Cao Wei's interrogation methods, but they did not use them very often.

They never expected that the usually kind and gentle Master Cao would have such a ruthless side!
The fact that they endured torture without batting an eye, their expressions as calm as if they were drinking water, was even more chilling than when they killed Dong Xiaozhen, and it truly terrified them.

They already held Cao Wei in high esteem, and now this incident served as a wake-up call for them.

"Oh, you've already fainted?" Cao Weida sneered, ordering, "Bring a basin of cold water, splash it on you to wake you up and continue!"

The person standing nearby shuddered, quickly ran over, poured a basin of cold water, and splashed it on the trafficker's face.

wow~~
The human trafficker jolted awake, groggily waking up.

But when he saw Cao Weida's face, he was so frightened that he almost fainted on the spot.

Cao Wei Da smiled slightly, "Since you're awake, let's continue."

That smile, in the eyes of the human traffickers, was like the whisper of a devil.

No, it terrified him more than the devil!
"No! I was wrong, I was really wrong! I have money, I have money! I'm willing to hand over all my money, just give me a quick death!"

The human trafficker no longer hopes to live; he only wants to die.

"Foolish!" Cao Weida's face turned cold. "Even if you die, your money will still be mine! You have no right to bargain with me! Enough nonsense, let's continue!"

Upon hearing that they were about to continue, the trafficker screamed in terror, "No! No! I've hidden most of my money! If you stop torturing me, I'll tell you where I hide it!"

"Oh?" Cao Weida stopped raising his hand and said quietly, "Then tell me, where did you hide the money?"

"I said yes, but you can't torture me anymore."

Cao Wei Da immediately fell silent.

This silence made the trafficker uneasy and anxious. His heart was pounding so fast that it felt like it was about to burst at any moment.

After a long while, Cao Weida slowly nodded and put down the pliers he had just replaced.

"Fine, as long as you tell me obediently, I'll give you a quick death."

The trafficker was overjoyed, even feeling grateful. "I trust you, my money is hidden here."

"Send someone to inform Little Ears and tell him to search."

"Yes, Master Cao!" The interrogator who was cooperating with the torture immediately responded with a scurrying snort.

Cao Weida took out a cigarette, lit it, exhaled to suppress the stench of blood and filth emanating from the surroundings, and looked at the relieved-looking human traffickers, squinting as he said:

"You better not be lying to me, or I'll torture you to the point of wishing you were dead forever!"

The trafficker jumped in fright, aggravating his wound and causing him to grit his teeth in pain. "No, I wouldn't dare! I'm telling the truth. I only beg you, Master Cao, to keep your promise and give me a free ride."

In the past, when others said that life was worse than death, he scoffed at it and had no concept of it at all.

As for crippling those children...
You can never truly understand pain unless it happens to you.

But now, he truly understands what it means to be worse than dead.
He now fears a fate worse than death!
After a long while, someone came in and said, "Master Cao, Master Lian called and said the money has been found."

"Alright, at least you know what's good for you." Cao Weida pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the trafficker's head with satisfaction. Faced with fear, the trafficker not only showed no fear, but instead closed his eyes with a sense of relief.

boom! !

(End of this chapter)