Catching these two tubes of reagents, Chris’s eyes couldn’t help but become sharp.

The juice of the Jia Lan Flower and the venom of the army-devouring ants.

It was a very common mixture of poison.

The venom of the army ants does not have much effect on the human body, but it can invade every corner of it, including bones, nerves, and tendons. If it happens to encounter its nemesis, the Jia Lan Flower, it will react in the human body and cause great pain.

Because the venom was widely distributed in the body, the pain would affect the entire body, from the flesh to the internal organs.

This kind of pain goes deep into the bone marrow. Moreover, the venom of the army-eating ants will corrode the poisoned person’s body from the inside out, so the poisoned person can clearly feel the process of their internal organs failing and being destroyed.

“Do you know how to use it?” Apollon held his chin in his hand and instructed Chris with great interest,” Pour the juice of the Jia Lan flower into the groove of that whip. The venom of the army-devouring ants will be injected into the body of the little cutie through his fingertips. Remember, ten fingers, not one less.”

In fact, Apollon wanted to use that last psychotropic agent on the teenager several times, but he felt a bit regretful. Firstly, because if he caught Ramiel without the spirit potion, he was afraid that he would escape at night, and secondly… if he used the potion, he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to appreciate the extremely beautiful interrogation.

Chris nodded in silence and stepped towards the young man.

He restrained the strength of his hands, or else he would have been tempted to crush the reagents in his hands!

The teenager’s body was covered in horrible whip marks, but his eyes were still burning. One couldn’t see any signs of exhaustion, as if the torture of the past few days hadn’t had any effect on him.

Chris, however, knew that in the darkness after everyone had left, the teenager was gnashing his teeth in pain.

The interval between the interrogation room and the cell was also lowered as usual today, as Apollon thought that the decadence of these captives might put psychological pressure on the youth. After all, they were all omnipotent soldiers in the hearts of the Federation.

But it seemed that Apollon was wrong, Qing Yun did not collapse. Instead, these captives, who were initially on the verge of a mental breakdown after the interrogations, were affected. Their eyes were becoming sharper and their posture more upright by the day.

Chris had no doubt that they were on the verge of breaking free from the after-effects of the psychotropic potion.

Jorah seemed to have a magical power to heal people’s heartaches just by looking at him.

Chris walked up to Qing Yun, filled a syringe with venom, and untied one of his hands.

Due to the prolonged binding, the hand had developed an unusual bruise. Last night, Chris rubbed this soft palm. He knew that while Jorah was thin and his hands were slender enough, they were fleshy and even baby-like with cute bean pits.

But now, he tugged at the round, lovely fingertips and injected venom into it.

The needle of the syringe plunged deeply into Qing Yun’s fingertip. As the venom was injected, this finger instantly became swollen and bruised.

Qing Yun coldly watched his finger being pricked. He glanced at the man in front of him, who had a cold face with no emotions leaking out. Although he knew that this person was excusable, the image of him poking himself with the needle suddenly made Qing Yun feel incredibly harsh.

“Pah!”

With a twist of his wrist, Qing Yun broke free of Chris’s hold and slapped him solidly across the face.

Chris was startled, he was negligent. Otherwise, the teenager should have been unable to break his hand. However, before he could turn his head, Chris heard the teenager’s cold voice again.

He still cursed, “Traitor.”

Chris looked up into Qing Yun’s eyes, which were full of coldness and impatience.

Up until now, Qing Yun had only said three things to him, two of which were calling him a traitor. The first time, Chris did not feel anything. After all, he had heard similar words thousands of times.

However, this time, the same word made Chris feel as if he was falling into an ice-cold cellar.

He stared closely at Qing Yun’s eyes, unwilling to move away even though the emotion in the teenager’s eyes was like a knife to his heart.

In Chris’s ears, the entire world was quiet, and he could clearly hear the faintest, most humble plea in his heart.

Please don’t…look at me like that.

Although his heart froze and shattered under the boy’s gaze, Chris continued to inject venom into the boy’s fingertips without pause as if nothing had happened.

The venom was injected evenly and without error into all ten of the teenager’s fingers.

Chris opened the Jia Lan Flower’s poison and poured it into the grooves of the whip.

The sound of the whip slicing through the air was heard. The teenager lived up to the expectation of keeping the secrets of the Federation and his dignity under the watchful eyes of the soldiers behind him.

While Chris was abusing himself, he counted the number of times he had lashed the teenager.

Once, twice…

There was another post-victory party. Chris made his way to the interrogation room, his strides getting bigger and bigger, to the point where he couldn’t even maintain the appearance of calmness and raced down the corridor.

Jorah’s body was already weak. After all, poison is poison. Of course, it wasn’t just a painful side effect. The venom of the army-devouring ants would cause internal failure, so he had to quickly remove the poison from Jorah’s body.

Reaching the door of the interrogation room, Chris suddenly stopped.

Jorah…might still be awake.

The hallway was extremely quiet, so quiet that only Chris’s breathing was heard.

Quiet? He didn’t sing today?

Chris’s heart suddenly contracted. He immediately opened the door to the interrogation room and walked in without caring about anything else.

The teenager’s head hung low, and he was quietly tied up.

There was no singing, no muttering curses at him, no wrinkling of his nose, and no complaining of pain.

Not even…Chris couldn’t hear him breathing.

Chris instantly felt his eyes sting, and he hissed out, “Jorah…”

There was no reaction from the teenager.

Perhaps my voice is too low for him to hear, Chris soothed himself.

He slowly approached and lowered the unresponsive Qing Yun into his arms. He slumped and slid against the wall.

The teen’s fingertips were cold and frightening, but Chris didn’t seem to be able to feel it. He kissed the teen’s bruised fingertips one at a time as if he was trying to suck the poison out of them.

Chris went into a strange kind of panic, and he took out all the medicine he had with him. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the antidote for this mixture of poison.

Picking out a bottle of the most precious detoxification drug, Chris injected all of it into the teenager’s body.

He pressed against the teen’s bloodied forehead and kept pecking the bridge of his upturned nose, “Jorah, just hold on a little longer, okay? Baby, hold on a little longer, trust me…”

Scalding tears slid down Qing Yun’s forehead, cutting through his eyelashes and running down.

In Chris’s arms, Qing Yun quietly opened his eyes. His eyes were shining and not at all confused.

Just to scare the hell out of you!

A certain suspicion in his mind had made Qing Yun upset for two days straight. Now that he was watching the man holding him in a painful mess, he finally felt a little more comfortable.

But in the end, this man can’t be too devastated, or else the plan will fail, and both of them will be finished.

So Qing Yun moved his finger compassionately.

Keenly aware of the subtle movements of the man in his arms, Chris paused, his heart swelling with great joy.

He immediately looked down to check on Qing Yun’s condition. When he did, he was confronted with a pair of eyes that were brilliant even in the darkness.

There was nothing to say to each other.

Chris had a heart that was thumping so hard, but in the end, he didn’t speak, nor did he explain.

Checking the teenager’s body in silence, Chris just hung him back again against the teenager’s clear gaze, while he turned and left the interrogation room.

Once out of Qing Yun’s sight, Chris’s strong back collapsed in an instant. He leaned against the door of the interrogation room and slowly slid to sit on the floor. The feeling of dread was uncontrollably flooding Chris’s heart.

Fortunately, he was still alive.

Chris looked up and wiped his face but found that even his fingers were trembling.

After a moment, Chris pulled himself together again. His dejection and fear were of no use. If he wanted to free Jorah, he had to get the chip immediately.

Chris stood up, his body becoming sharp again, and he walked in a direction with firm steps.

These days, he already knew the location of the gene chip, but the outside of the chip was protected by a layer of code that would trigger an alarm if he wasn’t careful, so he would have to think about it some more…

Apollon wouldn’t just pin his hopes on Dr. Ramiel, and since there was a team in Flamingo that could make a genetic weapon, they would naturally try to crack the chip. This would mean that there was someone around the chip at all times, which definitely made it more difficult for Chris.

Jorah’s interrogation was still going on.

Chris grimly took the whip from Apollon’s hand. This was not the first one anymore, the torture tools changed one after another. Apollon clearly loved the whip-type tools.

Chris stepped towards Qing Yun, his mind flickering with hesitation. The sight of the youth losing his breath and going cold last night was still fresh in his mind, and Chris knew the teenager was at his limit. Would he be able to survive today’s torture?

He looked up at the young man. The events of last night must have made Qing Yun suspicious of him.

It wasn’t that Chris was worried now that Qing Yun would expose him for pretending to defect to the enemy. He was more worried about how he would feel if the teenager guessed the truth. What mood would he use to face him?

Earlier, Qing Yun had made no secret of his hatred and disgust. While those emotions had tormented Chris, he was more afraid that the teenager wouldn’t even have a hateful stance and would have to passively suffer the pain in his body.

The moment of hesitation didn’t escape Apollon’s eyes, and Apollon’s gloomy voice immediately rang out, “Chris, what are you waiting for? Getting soft?”

Chris was inwardly shaken. As he was about to do it, the sound of singing suddenly rang out in his ears.

It was Qing Yun’s voice.

Chris obviously didn’t expect Qing Yun to sing at this moment. After all, the youth always endured the pain during the interrogation and didn’t make even the slightest sound. But Chris liked to hear him sing. He even secretly followed Jorah’s StarNet account, knowing that the teenager’s dream was to sing for the whole world to hear.

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The sound attracted everyone’s attention, especially the Federation soldiers behind Qing Yun.

Because this was the Federation’s national anthem.

The clear and crisp voice of the young man was like the bright dawn on the horizon, as the struggle of the federal soldiers standing in blood and fire. Layers of darkness are washed away by this infectious voice, revealing a bright future.

The Federation’s artillery fire seemed to reverberate in the ears of the people, punctuating the youth’s song with a magnificent backdrop.

Even with the corpses of martyrs trampled underfoot, even with the dark and bloodied scorched earth spreading for miles, there was still hope flickering in the eyes of the people. Even though the scythe of death was raised high, no one wanted to give up.

Not only was it the voice of the teenager, but a few more rugged voices clanged and came in, the Federation soldiers with straight backs and shining eyes behind Qing Yun.

Billions of Federal people flashed through Chris’s mind, and he instantly understood the teenager’s intention, which was to encourage him.

He’s trying to encourage you, so hang in there, Chris.

“Ruin his voice!”

Apollon’s malicious voice was as if it came from hell.

An arc of electricity flashed, and the original clear voice instantly became hoarse. This voice was like weeping blood but still firm.

Chris held the whip handle that was flashing with an arc of electricity. He looked at the boy’s head hanging low, and a teardrop directly fell down on his silver military boots.

My dream is to sing to the world.

These words, hanging on the home page of the Jorah’s StarNet account, slowly came to Chris’s mind.

Look, you’ve ruined his dream.

The realization even took Chris’s soul out of his body, but something even more terrible had happened.

The same flicker of electricity that had just electrocuted the young man’s throat also hit the glands at the back of his neck, and the extremely sweet pheromones quickly spread throughout the room.

The author has something to say:

 The abuse will not end.

The above sentence does not mean that I am in favor of using body abuse to torture the mind, nor does it mean that I would like to subject Qing Yun to such suffering.

I’m not writing these scenarios for the sake of torture, but I hope what I really want to write can be conveyed to you.

I’m really, really sorry if I’ve caused you any discomfort.