I Use Illusions To Control The Whole World Chapter 19
Cruel punishment
Boom!
Yang Dongqing, whose eyes had been dull and unfocused, suddenly lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and a terrifying force erupted from his body.
“AHH! I’LL KILL YOU!!”
Clang! Clang!
He thrashed violently. The thick iron chains binding him shook madly, even causing the entire dungeon to tremble faintly.
“Chief! Get out of here! He… he’s breaking free!” the man in the white lab coat shouted in terror. In his eyes, Yang Dongqing now looked like a wild beast about to break out of its cage.
But Su Mu remained completely still, calmly observing Yang Dongqing.
In an instant, a massive surge of Mental Power burst forth, attempting to hypnotize him. However, as that power entered Yang Dongqing’s mind, it met with immense resistance.
The angrier he became, the stronger his power grew. Even his resistance to hypnosis increased significantly.
“Bring Miss Jasmine here,” Su Mu instructed.
The man in the white coat hurried off to comply.
Not long after, Nan Mo entered the dungeon, still dressed neatly.
The moment she appeared, the furious Yang Dongqing finally calmed down a little.
“Jasmine! Jasmine, are you alright? Did they hurt you?” Yang Dongqing asked urgently.
“No, they didn’t hurt me. They only locked me up. Are you okay, Dongqing?” Nan Mo’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at him, bound in thick iron chains.
Seeing she was unharmed, the power surging inside Yang Dongqing also began to settle down.
“Don’t worry, Jasmine. I’ll get you out of here, I swear.”
Then he turned sharply toward Su Mu. “Didn’t you want to ask me questions? Fine, I’ll tell you everything. Just let Jasmine go.”
To his surprise, Su Mu shook his head. “I don’t like getting things too easily. So, don’t say anything just yet.”
Yang Dongqing was stunned. He looked at Su Mu like he was insane.
“Too easily?? You plotted all this, got so many of your men killed, and now you say it’s too easy?! You… you… You’re nuts!!”
Su Mu ignored him and instructed his subordinate, “Take Miss Jasmine back to her room. No one is to go near her without my orders. Oh, and bring her a bottle of red wine and a premium M9 steak.”
Nan Mo: “…”
In the end, she was taken away.
Su Mu also left the dungeon.
He wasn’t the madman Yang Dongqing thought he was. He simply didn’t trust him.
Would you believe the words of someone who hates you to their core?
What if Yang Dongqing gave false information about Transcendents—or even worse, what if he just left out a few key words? The consequences could be disastrous.
That’s why Su Mu preferred his own method of extracting information.
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…
After everyone left, the dungeon became silent, with only Yang Dongqing remaining.
However, it wasn’t long before the quiet was broken by bursts of laughter and a sweet, fragrant scent.
“SU MU! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” Yang Dongqing roared in fury, veins bulging in his eyes.
Surrounding him now was a group of curvy, seductive women dressed in revealing outfits.
“Hey, handsome~ You look so fierce! Come on, give big sister a smile. No smile? Then let me smile for you~”
“Sweetheart, I don’t know why, but my heart races whenever I see you. Here, listen to it.”
“Wow, girls, this hottie has such a nice body. All rock-hard muscles!”
“Hehe… Is it really that hard? I don’t believe it. Let me feel it.”
Surrounded by all these flirtatious women, Yang Dongqing’s furious expression crumbled. He even started to blush.
…
Inside the monitoring room, Su Mu was silently watching it all unfold.
Zhao Chaoyao, standing beside him, stared with wide eyes.
“Chief… this is the punishment you were talking about?”
“What? You want to try it too?” Su Mu asked coolly.
Zhao Chaoyao gulped. “I mean… I wouldn’t mind…”
“Hmm?”
“No, no, I’m just kidding! I couldn’t handle that kind of temptation. Just looking but not touching—that’d kill me. It’s just… this punishment is a little different from what I imagined.”
“Yang Dongqing has a steel body. Normal torture methods won’t hurt him. And since his strength seems tied to anger, we need a method that punishes him without making him angry.”
Zhao Chaoyao looked at the screen enviously. “But, Chief, what’s the point? This doesn’t hurt him. Will he even break?”
“I’m not trying to make him surrender. I want his mind to falter and his willpower to weaken.”
Several hours passed.
Yang Dongqing’s eyes were now bloodshot, his breathing labored, like a bull about to collapse. His throat was dry and nearly hoarse.
To prevent aesthetic fatigue, Su Mu had even rotated several groups of women during the process.
“Have them all withdraw. Yang Dongqing has basically adapted. Time for the next punishment,” Su Mu instructed over the intercom.
Soon, all the women left, leaving Yang Dongqing disheveled, covered in lipstick marks.
“SU MU! YOU BASTARD! You think this will make me submit? Dream on! Come back here if you’ve got the guts!” Yang Dongqing shouted, panting heavily.
Clang!
The dungeon door opened again. This time, a stern-faced man in a black suit entered, holding a box of powder.
Yang Dongqing’s face turned green. Why was it a man now!?
Before he could react, the man dumped the powder onto Yang Dongqing’s body.
Instantly, he felt an unbearable itch all over.
“This is… itching powder? Hahaha… Su Mu, you son of a—hahaha…”
For a moment, the cold dungeon was filled with uncontrollable laughter.
A few more hours passed. Yang Dongqing’s mind was now completely exhausted. His voice was hoarse from laughing.
Everyone knows that prolonged, intense laughter also drains the spirit.
At this point, Yang Dongqing couldn’t even curse anymore.
He had to admit—he was still too naïve. He never expected that real torture could be so different from what TV dramas showed. This wasn’t something that could be resisted with willpower.
But what he didn’t know was that the most brutal punishment was still yet to come.
Clang!
The dungeon door opened once more.
Fear appeared on Yang Dongqing’s face as he stared fixedly at the entrance.
Su Mu slowly walked in, holding a thick stack of books in his hand.
Seeing the main culprit arrive, anger surged again on Yang Dongqing’s face. “Su Mu! You—”
