Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 223 It's just acting, anyone can do that.

"You are??"

Cao Weida looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"My dear Marseille, let me introduce myself." The Japanese man showed no intention of getting up, remaining seated and offering a fake smile:
"My name is Kawamoto Yoshitaro, and I am the head of the Bamboo Agency."

"Oh, it's Chief Kawamoto! A pleasure to meet you!" Cao Weida stepped forward with a beaming smile, extending his hand and shaking it repeatedly.
"I have long heard of your great name and have always wanted to find an opportunity to pay you a visit, but I am just a nobody and have never found the chance."

"I am so fortunate to finally meet you!"

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Seeing Cao Weida's excited and enthusiastic expression, Kawamoto Yoshitaro was at a loss for words.

So, when you see this scene and those torture instruments, shouldn't you feel uneasy and terrified?
You're being so enthusiastic, I'm almost embarrassed to scare you.
"Cough cough." Kawamoto Yoshitaro forcefully pulled his hand back; this guy was quite strong!

He deliberately kept a straight face, and was about to say something when a cigarette was offered to him.

Looking over in surprise, I saw Cao Weida smiling obsequiously and saying, "Commander Kawamoto, come, have a cigarette. This was given to me by Umezawa-kun. It's an Asahi brand cigarette. He said it's a cigarette that only officers of your Great Japanese Empire can smoke. I've never been willing to smoke it!"

Kawamoto Yoshitaro was speechless after being interrupted one after another.

He glanced at the cigarette in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then took it.

Then, with a crisp "ding" and "snap," a lit kerosene lighter was handed to me.

Yoshitaro Kawamoto: "."

Alright, alright, so this is how you play, huh? No wonder Ono Oda and his gang of second-generation rich kids like to bring him along, he really knows how to get things done!

Everyone likes to be fawned over and served, and Yoshitaro Kawamoto was no exception.

He never intended to cause trouble for Cao Wei Da; it was just a routine intimidation.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and felt the smoke swirling in his chest before slowly exhaling. The stimulating effect of nicotine gave him a jolt of energy.

"Alright, Mr. Cao, I've had my cigarette too, let's begin." As he spoke, he glanced at the two shirtless, menacing-looking men standing on either side and gave them a wink.

The next second, the two men stepped forward, and to Cao Weida's bewildered expression, they carried him to the wooden frame and began to tie him up with ropes.

"No, wait!" Cao Weida cried out in panic. "Commander Kawamoto, what do you mean by this? Why are you tying me up?"

"Cao-san, stop making futile struggles. We've already investigated what you've done, and we know who you are." Kawamoto Yoshitaro looked at him coldly, a cigarette burning in his hand, the smoke rising and drifting, slightly blurring his face.
"If you don't want to suffer physical pain, you'd better confess everything. Considering that you've served our Great Japanese Empire for a while, I'll be lenient with you."

"Huh? What did I do? Who am I? What is all this about?" Cao Weida seemed a little confused. Although he resisted 'striving', he was still bound hand and foot.

He seemed to be getting anxious, struggling hard but unable to break free, and said with a look of panic:

"Commander Kawamoto, what are you saying? What do you mean, 'who am I'? I'm a patrol officer from the police station! We're on the same side, you can't treat me like this!"

Despite his outward appearance of fear and unease, he was actually unusually calm inside, and even felt a little like laughing.

When he first came in, he was a little uneasy, wondering if he had really been exposed.

However, his repeated interruptions shattered the other party's feigned coldness and made him realize that the other party was simply bluffing him.

Knowing this, he naturally stopped panicking.

It's just acting, anyone can do that!
"It seems you're not going to confess honestly." Kawamoto Yoshitaro's eyes flashed with a cold light, like a series of sharp blades slashing across the room.

"In that case, we can only ask you to experience the hospitality of our Bamboo Agency!"

"Here, have a little appetizer for Mr. Cao!"

"Hai!" A short, shirtless man grinned cruelly and picked up a bloodstained leather whip from the torture table beside him.

After taking it in his hands, he tugged at it with both hands, making the whip hum, and then, with a ferocious expression, slowly approached him.

In an instant, an indescribable aura swept over us.

Cao Wei Da knew that this was an aura that had formed after torturing too many people. It was hard to explain, but if someone with a weaker spirit were subjected to this, they would definitely be trembling with fear and their soul would leave their body.

But how could such a small show of force frighten Cao Wei Da?
Regardless of how many people he has killed during this period, his heart has long been hardened to an unbreakable level.

Having mastered Northern boxing, he was already immune to these techniques. The most important thing for mastering boxing is to have a courageous heart. A timid and hesitant person will never be able to reach a high level in boxing.

However, he still showed a little bit of fear. Not too much, because that would be unrealistic; not none at all, because that wasn't what Kawamoto Yoshitaro wanted.

"No, Commander Kawamoto, we can't do this! Let's talk this out! Let's talk this out!" As he cried out for justice, his eyes fell on the whip, and he already knew what was going on.

This is a leather whip, usually made of animal leather such as cowhide. Such a whip can cause considerable pain when it is used to strike a person.

If the tube is wet before extraction, the pain will be more intense and it may cause damage to the skin and flesh.

However, this whip is dry.

There are more than one type of whip in this torture chamber, but the dry leather whip is clearly the least lethal one.

If we really have some evidence against him, then it won't be just a dry whip.

Iron hook whips, bamboo whips, thorn whips, and steel wire whips are all far more cruel and bloody than leather whips, and cause far more intense pain.

Take bamboo whips, for example. Through special treatment, such as shaving the bamboo strips very thin and sharp, the force and damage of the whipping are increased, ensuring that one lash will leave countless small bloody cuts that are painful, long-lasting, and difficult to heal.

For example, a steel wire whip is covered in barbs; a single lash can tear off clothes and even flesh, causing immense damage.

But they chose the least lethal whip, and it was dry.
Cao Weida's shouts naturally didn't stop the Japanese soldiers. Kawamoto Yoshitaro leaned back in his chair leisurely, a cold smile playing on his lips.

“Mr. Cao, don’t put up any more resistance. Now that I’ve brought you here, I already have information about you. So don’t make any futile resistance.”

"There is an old Chinese saying that goes, 'Those who are good at taking risks are heroes.' You are a smart person, so you should know what to do."

You're kidding me. All I know is that if you confess, you'll be treated leniently; if you rot in jail, you'll be punished severely and go home for the New Year!

If I were to tell you the truth, I wouldn't just be spending my life in jail; I'd be getting riddled with machine gun fire several times over!

Seeing the Japanese torturers approaching, their whips already raised, Cao Weida shouted, "No! I'll talk!"

"Hmm?" Kawamoto Yoshitaro raised an eyebrow, his heart skipping a beat.

"stop."

After stopping the interrogation, he winked at the recorder beside him, then said in a gentle tone:

"That's right, Mr. Cao, you are indeed a smart man."

"Alright, now you can start talking."

"No, I really don't know what to say," Cao Weida said with a mournful face, looking utterly hopeless, before cautiously adding:

"Or, Commander Kawamoto, could you give me a heads-up?"

"??????" Kawamoto Yoshitaro's breathing quickened a few times. Damn it, is this guy playing me?!
His face darkened, and he said in a cold voice, "Cao Weida, Mr. Cao, are you playing me?! Do I need to remind you what you've done?!"

"You'd better behave yourself. You're already inside. If you don't behave, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"But I really don't know what to say! At least you should ask!" Cao Weida said with a look of utter indignation, as if he had suffered a great injustice. "Don't worry, I'll tell you everything you know, just please don't torture me. I'm afraid of pain."

Kawamoto Yoshitaro felt a sharp pain in his teeth. He realized that this bastard wasn't playing a trick on him; he was simply afraid of being whipped.
He took two deep breaths, exhaling the pent-up frustration in his heart, and said, "Alright, since you put it that way, I'll start asking."

"If you dare to deceive me, you know the consequences!"

Cao Wei Da nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, I will definitely tell you everything I know!"

"I'm asking you, what is your relationship with the Red Party, and what is your relationship with the National Party? When did you join?"

"Relationship? What relationship? Joined? When did I join?" Cao Weida was somewhat taken aback, and after several seconds of stunned silence, he suddenly shouted that he was innocent:
"Commander Kawamoto, what are you talking about? When did I join them!"

"Is someone deliberately framing me?! It must be! They're just jealous that I've gained the favor of Ono-kun and Commander Ono, so they're filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, and they want to report me and frame me!!"

"You bastard!! You still dare to deny it! I bet you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin!" Kawamoto Yoshitaro slammed his fist on the table and shouted.
"Don't think I don't know you've been helping Kuomintang and Red Party agents, spending money to rescue people from the East Asian Academic Research Association, Matsui's intelligence agency, and even the Military Police Headquarters!"

"You've got some nerve, kid! Tell me! What's your purpose in infiltrating the police station? Who's your superior?!"

"If you dare to hide a single word, I will make you try every single one of these torture instruments!"

(End of this chapter)