To Him, It Was Just a Piece of Cake
"Report!"
At this moment, a rough-looking contestant shouted.
The instructors turned around in unison and looked at the rugged contestant.
"What's wrong?" asked Leng Dao.
"Instructor, we should be eating at this time.”The boorish player said righteously.
Many of the contestants in the square formation were swallowing their saliva.
They hadn't eaten or drunk anything for the whole day. They had to continue training tonight, and their bodies were about to collapse.
"You want to eat?" Leng Dao was taken aback.”
"Yes, sir! We haven't eaten for a day." The boorish player shouted.
Leng Dao nodded and waved at the soldiers beside him.""Take him down to eat. After dinner, give him the food and tell him to get lost.”
Immediately, two soldiers walked towards the boorish contestant.
The boorish player panicked and quickly said,"Instructor, why should I be eliminated?"
"Where do you think we are?" Leng Dao shouted angrily.”
Leng Dao walked up to the boorish contestant and pointed at his face angrily.""Are you deaf or stupid? You are now a captive, and a captive has no right to eat!”
Then, without any explanation, Leng Dao waved his hand and said,""Take him down and let him eat until he's full."
The other contestants watched as the contestant was taken away.
No one stood up for that contestant.
The reason was simple.
Although they wanted to eat and rest, they wanted to persevere on the show.
They had persisted until now. At the very least, they should get the prize money for the first stage.
Moreover, this had once again deepened their understanding of their identity as prisoners.
Captives did not deserve to eat or rest.
Seeing that the commotion had subsided, Liang Yuzhu said calmly,"Take them to training."
The old Daoist stepped forward and waved his hand.”
A group of 71 participants and five instructors left the training ground in a mighty manner.
He rushed to the next training ground.
Not long after.
The group of people arrived in front of a tall building.
The entire building was gray and square. A door that was separated from the left and right stood in front of everyone.
Under the cover of the night, just standing outside the building was filled with coldness, dignity, and gloominess.
Anyway, it didn't look like a good place.
"Those behind, hurry up and follow." The old Daoist called out and led the contestants into the building.
Inside the building, there was another world.
Dozens of soldiers stood on the left and right with dignified expressions, not smiling or smiling.
The interior of the building was arranged like a prison cell. The space in each cell was not big, but it had everything it needed.
Iron stool, iron table, handcuffs, and shackles.
There were all kinds of interrogation tools hanging on the wall.
There were whips, nail clipper, all kinds of knives, and even ancient wooden sticks.
Coupled with the dim yellow light in the cell, it looked really sinister and made people shiver uncontrollably.
"One room per person. Bring them in." the old Daoist ordered.
Following that, the dozens of soldiers took a few steps forward. Each of them brought a contestant into the cell.
He tied them to chairs, handcuffed them, and shackled them.
Every contestant had been arranged with a full set, but they didn't really want to do it.
The old Daoist walked past the cells and said,""Before the training begins, let me give you a piece of advice. If you want to quit, it's not too late.”
"Otherwise, once the training begins, your lives will no longer be up to you.”
The contestants sat on the cold iron chairs and shivered.
They had long realized what was going to happen next and were mentally prepared.
At this moment, no one said they wanted to quit.
He had survived so many crimes before, so what was this now?
Moreover, the instructors would definitely not really punish them to death.
If the torture devices hanging on the wall were to be used, they would at least lose a layer of skin even if they did not die.
Would the program team allow the instructors to do this?
It was most likely the same as when he used the knife previously, just to scare them.
No one answered. The old Daoist smiled." Very good. I hope you can still be stubborn when you accept these handcuffs."”
"Let's begin."
The old Daoist returned to the side and found a chair to sit on.
The moment the old Daoist priest gave the order.
The soldiers in each cell picked up the pincers on the wall.
They walked towards the contestants together.
Without a word, he directly put the fingers of the contestants into it.
Then, he pulled it to the sides with all his might.
"Ah! Ah! Aaah!"
"Tell me or not! Tell me!"
"No! Don't say!"
"Why aren't you saying anything? Hurry up and say it!"
"Ahhhh! If you have the ability, then kill me!”
For a moment, miserable screams, roars, and the soldiers 'loud scolding and interrogation sounded out from each cell.
These voices mixed together, making people shudder.
It was as if he was in an ancient prison.
The audience in the live broadcast room had never seen this scene before. They immediately sent bullet comments in surprise and fear.
"Hiss-it hurts just looking at it…Oh my god, this is too cruel.”
"Directly use the pincers? I heard that a hand that has been pinched by a stick won't recover for at least ten days to half a month.”
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, ten fingers are connected to the heart. It hurts when you squeeze it with your fingers, let alone pinch it like this!”
" How ruthless. This is torture. I feel like those were just appetizers…"
"Ha, if they really become captives one day, they will know that everything they have experienced is just a piece of cake. This punishment method is still a little lacking.”
"Indeed, not to mention anything else, just the interrogation methods of the FBI are much crueler than this!”
" Hiding in bed alone and shivering, screaming so miserably…"
"It's much more miserable than those teachers who were filming the video.”
"... I'm willing to call you Mount Haruna's chariot saint..."
In the cell.
Screams rang out endlessly. The contestants were screaming more miserably than the last.
The instructors sat at the side, calmly eating melon seeds and drinking water, watching the contestants suffer.
At this moment, the players really seemed to be a group of captives.
Leng Dao took a sip of water and stared at one of the cells. He said casually,""That kid is really good at resisting."
The instructors knew who he was talking about.
"This should be child's play for him. Once he enters the small black room, he'll have a good time."”
Leng Dao sneered and asked in a questioning tone,""Are you sure?"
The old Daoist chuckled a few times and did not answer this question. However, his gaze remained on Lin Yi.
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