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Chapter 117 117. Torture to Extort a Confession
Wang Bo wanted to surrender, not because he couldn't defeat these hundreds of imperial troops.

In fact, with his strength, not to mention hundreds of forbidden troops, even if there are ten times more, Wang Bo can still beat them all to the ground, but what about after that?
What can he do, kill all these people?
Wang Bo is not so cruel yet.

Let all these people go?
Maybe as soon as he turns his head, the other party will bring more troops to encircle and suppress Wang Bo.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Bo thought about it. The reason why the other party wanted to arrest him was because they suspected that he had something to do with something called a magic bead, but Wang Bo didn't know what a magic bead was.

So he surrendered first, followed the opponent back, and after figuring out what the magic bead was, he came to solve the problem.

Otherwise, Wang Bo would have no choice but to go on a killing spree and hit the imperial city.

But that's too much trouble.

Therefore, Wang Bo chose a more convenient and simple method.

Moreover, Wang Bo can be sure that this group of people should have captured everyone in the palace, including the butler, as well as his two personal maids, Liuer Yuer.

Although he hasn't developed a deep relationship with these two girls, after getting along for a few days, he has a little affection for these two girls, and he doesn't want the other party to die in this conflict.

After comprehensive consideration, Wang Bo singlely chose to surrender.

Of course, the most important point is... Wang Bo's surrender does not mean that he has lost his freedom. If he wants, he can regain his freedom at any time.After all, the people here can't trap him.

"Arrest him for me!" Yuchi Zhenjin heard Wang Bo's surrender, and his thoughts changed a lot. Finally, he gave the order. The imperial guards held shields and approached step by step, not daring to neglect at all.

Wang Bo looked at Yuchi Zhenjin with a half-smile, without any resistance.

In the end, a large number of forbidden soldiers swarmed up and tied Wang Bo up and down.

This made everyone present breathe a sigh of relief.

While Yuchi Zhenjin breathed a sigh of relief, he was somewhat puzzled about Wang Bo's behavior. He didn't understand why Wang Bo surrendered honestly, and wondered if there was any secret in it.

However, this did not prevent Yuchi Zhenjin from giving orders.

"Take him back to Dali Temple, torture him, and make him tell the whereabouts of the magic bead."

"Yes!"

All Dali Temple members responded in unison.

Half an hour later, Wang Bo returned to Dali Temple under the escort of the crowd.

Along the way, Wang Bo was honest, without any resistance, and even listened to the matter of finding out about the magic bead, but no one paid attention to him, so Wang Bo simply closed his preparations.

After returning to Dali Temple, Wang Bo was escorted to a prison cell by the crowd and hung up.

The senior official of Dali Temple named Zhang Zhicheng personally supervised, and under his urging, one after another prison guards were placed in front of Wang Bo with heavy and horrific instruments of torture.

Zhang Zhicheng moved a chair, sat in front of Wang Bo, and asked, "Do you know what this place is?"

"Yes, Dali Temple Prison!"

Zhang Zhicheng asked again: "Then do you know that none of the people who entered my prison in Dali Temple can walk out intact."

"do not know."

Zhang Zhicheng asked again: "Then you must not know that there has never been a mouth that cannot be pried open in the prison of Dali Temple."

"I really don't know about this." Wang Bo said very frankly.

Zhang Zhicheng pointed to the blood-stained instruments of torture, "The moment these instruments of torture were manufactured, they were designed to torture the prisoners as much as possible, making them feel so much pain that life would be worse than death."

"I know your hard work is amazing, but no matter how hard you work, you can't hold these iron instruments of torture."

"If you honestly confess the whereabouts of the magic bead, I can still exempt you from punishment."

"But if you insist on not saying it, then I can only let you taste the severe punishment of my marble prison."

Wang Bo nodded honestly and said: "I recruit, I recruit anything, I will answer whatever you ask, but I have a question, I hope you can answer me."

"You said."

"What is the magic bead in your mouth? Why do you think he has something to do with me?"

Zhang Zhicheng: "...I think you won't shed tears when you see the coffin, come here and let him taste the power of my Dali Prison."

A jailer nodded, without hesitation, he took out a piece of red-hot soldering iron from a stove, walked up to Wang Bo, raised the soldering iron, and stamped it on Wang Bo's face.

Wang Bo didn't dodge or dodge, looking at Prisoner with a half-smile.

laugh!
The red iron stamped on Wang Bo's face, making a slight sound, but there was no smell of burnt meat.

The jailer with a smirk on his face couldn't help but widen his eyes, showing an expression of disbelief.

Wang Bo sneered and said: "Your soldering iron is not good, or you are burning, increase the temperature?"

Prison Cheng stepped back with horror on his face, and looked at Zhang Zhicheng in panic.

Zhang Zhicheng suddenly jumped up from the chair, took a few steps closer, looked at Wang Bo's smooth face, his expression twitched, and asked, "You, who are you?"

"Wang Bo, from Luoyang."

"You fart!" Zhang Zhicheng had never seen a human being who wasn't afraid of a soldering iron.

He has seen people who practice hard kung fu, even if they are hard kung fu, they are still human beings, but Wang Bo is not afraid of a red-hot soldering iron, which is beyond the scope of hard kung fu.

Zhang Zhicheng's heart was a little gloomy, and he ordered: "Come on, get other instruments of torture!"

Bamboo book holder!

The victim's hands are handcuffed and fixed, and the book jacket woven from bamboo boards is wrapped around the victim's chest to abdomen, and the torturers rotate the ropes connected to both sides of the book jacket, rolling the victim's body with contraction force, and torture There will be no traces afterward, but it will make the tortured miserable.

But to Wang Bo, this was simply a child's play, until the Prisoner broke the rope, Wang Bo still didn't change his face.

Afterwards, a jailer beat Wang Bo's whole body with a heavy stick, including his head, wrist, chest, ribs, etc. Wang Bo's face remained unchanged, and the corner of his mouth was half a smile, as if he was mocking him.

Then there are twelve special confession punishments unique to Dali Temple, which need to be used in conjunction with special torture tools. Each punishment has a specific name, such as Xianrenqiao, eggplant, etc., which are very cruel and terrible. Generally, the tortured cannot bear the twelve kinds. Just die.

But these are nothing to Wang Bo.

This kind of punishment used to punish ordinary people has no way to deal with Wang Bo who has a body of steel.

The reason why Wang Bo endured these punishments without changing his face was that the first was to experience the feeling of being tortured to extract a confession, and the second was to kill the majesty of this group of people.

When the prison chiefs used all the punishments on Wang Bo, they didn't even break Wang Bo's skin except for his clothes being torn to pieces.

(End of this chapter)