Chapter 147: Chapter 147 So Tiny, So Clever
The pain finally ended, and Mo Zhenggang was drenched in sweat, even having lost control of his bladder several times.
He lay on the ground like a dead fish, seemingly only exhaling without inhaling.
And he couldn’t believe that he had actually walked through the terrifying hell just now, and had even descended to the eighteenth level!
The agony left him trembling with residual fear, his heart pounding in terror.
Even more so, all his arrogance had been tortured out of him.
Forget about pride, he didn’t even dare harbor any resentment now, all he had was cowardice.
“Please don’t torture me anymore… I am willing to do anything, just let me go…” Mo Zhenggang cried and begged for mercy, his cowardice exceeding the imagination of Shang Shi and the others.
They thought he was a ruthless character, but he turned out to be such a pushover!
Yet when he treated Mo Jun, he was truly merciless.
In the end, he was nothing more than a weakling who bullied the weak and feared the strong!
“Bring me the gun,” Hao Yansen said, unmoved by his pleas, extending his hand once again.
Every time he reached out his hand, Mo Zhenggang would be severely tormented once more.
Therefore, seeing his movement, Mo Zhenggang’s entire body trembled with terror, his face turning ashen without a trace of blood.
“No, don’t kill me, don’t kill me…” Mo Zhenggang mustered all his strength to crawl up, kneeling on the ground and continuously kowtowing, “I was wrong, you can ask me to do anything… please don’t kill me, let me go, don’t torture me anymore, I am willing to cooperate with anything, I really am willing to do anything!”
Having truly experienced what fear and despair meant, Mo Zhenggang dared not harbor any thoughts of resistance anymore.
If it would end the torture, he was willing to cooperate with anything.
Compared to his own life, what else mattered?
But Hao Yansen still coldly aimed the handgun at him…
The pitch-black muzzle was right in front of his eyes.
Mo Zhenggang’s terror reached its peak, his voice especially shrill, “What exactly do you want to let me go! Please let me go, I beg you! I’m begging you, begging you!!”
Mo Zhenggang’s cowardice once again broke through his bottom line.
And this time, he was truly about to be scared out of his wits.
Under his ceaseless begging, Hao Yansen finally spoke indifferently with a hint of mercy, “I’m not patient and I don’t want to listen to nonsense. Tell me everything you’ve done. If I’m satisfied, you’ll be fine. But if I’m not, I won’t give you a second chance to speak.”
Finally given a glimmer of hope of survival, Mo Zhenggang even felt a sense of gratitude.
And it was also his only lifeline.
He had to cling to it desperately, or else his fate would only be even more miserable.
Mo Zhenggang had no doubts about Hao Yansen’s words, he didn’t even dare to doubt them, because he had profoundly experienced his methods.
“I’ll talk, I’ll tell everything!” Mo Zhenggang nodded hurriedly, but he had no idea where to start.
“I indeed did bad things, I have been cooperating with the Chu Family in drug trafficking. But they were the ones directing it, I wasn’t the mastermind, I just helped with production and distribution, it was all Chu Zhongtian’s conspiracy, he planned everything, it really has nothing to do with me!”
As soon as Mo Zhenggang finished speaking, the same thought flashed through the minds of Yun Long and the others: Damn!
The drug trafficking source they had been searching for years was actually them.
Could this world be any smaller, any more coincidental!
Who would have thought that two companies, which appeared to be legitimately doing business, would be involved in such illegal dealings!