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Wang Rong vaguely remembered that three months earlier, when she had fallen into a trap and been captured by the criminals, it was along this very corridor that she’d been dragged into the elevator. On the other side of that elevator lay a terrifying dungeon and torture chamber. There, as the deputy leader of the border narcotics unit in charge of intelligence gathering, she had been subjected to cruelty beyond imagination. A cold draft swept along the corridor, blowing against Wang Rong’s drenched body. Though the region was tropical, the wind still felt like icy needles to someone who had just been blasted head-to-toe with cold water. Every afternoon at this time, the criminals would use a high-pressure hose to spray down the policewoman who was suspended from the rafters. They called it “bathing.” And the reason they “bathed” her was to prepare her for the day’s lessons. Wang Rong walked up to a green iron door and stood squarely before it. Here, she hesitated—until a criminal behind her shoved her shoulder impatiently. Only then did she force herself to raise her head and call out loudly toward the door: “The sinner Wang Rong reporting. Please, Doctor Qin, administer the injection.” The door opened. Wang Rong wavered for a moment but finally stepped inside. She knew that from this moment on, today’s journey through hell had begun. The torment would continue until midnight, when she would be reduced to unconsciousness and dragged back to the dungeon. Unlike the other rooms in this building, this one was furnished exactly like a treatment room in a large hospital in Bangkok. In fact, it really was the private clinic used by Boss Qin and several of the core members of his gang. But at this moment, the room served a completely different purpose. Besides two bare-chested thugs with various tattoos across their backs, a man in a white coat and thin-rimmed glasses slowly rose from his chair. · ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 4,8/5 APP · https://play.google.com/store/apps/ · Download n
