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"Uh... yes!"

The subordinate hesitated for a moment before nodding.

Everyone knows that a normal person will die if they don't eat for three days. But if they drink water, they could barely survive for seven days.

Yet, Han Bing ordered that Qin Yu not be given food or drink for a week. Even as a Huajin Martial Artist, he would probably die, right?

"Is there anything else?"

Han Bing saw the subordinate standing there motionless and frowned, coldly asking.

"No, nothing... Captain, I'm going to get busy!"

The subordinate quickly left the room and closed the door behind him.

In the room.

Qin Yu had already been locked up for almost 24 hours.

As mentioned before, this kind of room is modified, specially designed for martial artists.

There is no television, no sofa, not even a single window.

The walls are also wrapped in thick plastic, to put it simply, if you can't stand being locked up, even suicide is impossible.

"Gurgle..."

Qin Yu leaned against the wall, sitting on the ground bored, staring at the ceiling while his stomach had already growled several times.

But that tightly closed door, as if it had been welded shut, remained unopened by anyone.

They didn't interrogate him or bring him food. What did this mean?

Soft violence?

Qin Yu was filled with gloom and irritation in his heart.

Although there was lighting in the room, the soundproofing was just too good. Apart from his own breathing, he could not hear any noise from outside; it was like an independent world.

This wasn't the scariest part; the worst was the inability to sense the passing of time.

Maybe you think it's morning, but it could be noon outside.

You think it's sunny outside, but it might be drizzling.

Forget it, just sleep well, pretend it's a vacation.

Qin Yu slowly closed his eyes. He didn't know how much time had passed, but his stomach growled again, reminding him that he needed to eat.

So hungry...

Qin Yu opened his eyes to the same blank white world.

This feeling, like being forgotten by the entire world, became like a lonely ghost.

If one's mental strength were a little weaker, they might have broken down completely.

Being both hungry and thirsty prevented him from sleeping to pass the time because sleep was impossible.

He didn't know how long had passed, but he began experiencing dizziness and cold sweats.

How many days had he been locked up?

Two days, three days?

"Damn it, I must get out, or I'll be starved to death!"

Qin Yu staggered to his feet and walked to the door, pounding on it hard.

Thump thump...

But the door was also wrapped in plastic, and the sound it made was very faint; probably no one could hear it even if they walked by outside.

Damn...

Qin Yu felt somewhat desperate as he slowly sat down on the ground. The energy he had just spent made him feel even weaker, as if the whole room began to spin.

He didn't know how much longer he would be locked up; he could only try to conserve his energy as much as possible.

Qin Yu thought back to the training he received in the army, slowly curling his body up, like a cat in winter, and even purposely slowed his breathing.

But the sensation of hunger and weakness were like needles, constantly pricking at his nerves.

If he had a knife, he might have not hesitated to commit suicide.

This feeling was fucking unbearable!

...

Hotel.

Yan Mingyu had been patiently waiting for three days, but the feedback from Lu Wenrou was that Department Seven was still processing, and Qin Yu couldn't be released just yet.

This made her feel anxious and helpless.

The fourth day...

The fifth day...

Yan Mingyu couldn't hold back any longer and dialed Lu Wenrou's number, "Miss Lu, hasn't Qin Yu been released yet? Could something have happened to him?"

"Like this, President Yan, I'll come over, and we'll go to Department Seven together. Even with procedures, five days should be enough! I suspect they're deliberately holding him back!"

Lu Wenrou's voice was also tinged with anger.

"Good! Then I'll wait for you at the hotel entrance!"

Yan Mingyu took the car keys and walked out of the hotel. After a short wait, Lu Wenrou joined her.

The two drove to the Seventh Department again.

They went straight to Han Bing's office, where she was leisurely reading the newspaper. The Seventh Department only dealt with special cases and sometimes wouldn't have anything to do for a month or two.

"Han Bing, where is Qin Yu?"
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Lu Wenrou asked directly, her eyebrows raised.

"He's detained!"

After putting down the newspaper, Han Bing replied indifferently.

"You should release him now!"

Lu Wenrou said, trying to control her anger.

"Oh, the week isn't up yet!"

Han Bing spread her hands, appearing to be just following protocol.

"Bang!"

"Yang Kun's autopsy report should have arrived at your office by now. You have no right to keep detaining Qin Yu. If you insist on doing so, then I'll have to go over your head to release him!"

Lu Wenrou slapped the desk hard, speaking angrily.

"Then make your call. We just follow the rules here."

Han Bing spoke without any change in expression.

"You...."

Lu Wenrou pointed at Han Bing, her face turning red with anger.

"Forget it, Miss Lu, let's wait two more days."

Yan Mingyu, obviously unaware of the hellish days Qin Yu had endured for the past five days without food or drink, surviving by hibernating like a bear to preserve his life, tried to calm her down.

"No, I must take Qin Yu with me today!"

Lu Wenrou bit her lip and took out her mobile phone to make a call, "Dad, yes, it's about my friend's issue again..."

However, before Lu Wenrou could finish, Han Bing waved her arm, "Okay, you don't need to make that call. Go do the paperwork. I've detained the guy for five days; it should be enough."

Having said that, Han Bing walked straight out of the office.

"Hmph... President Yan, let's go do the paperwork!"

Lu Wenrou huffed coldly and walked out with Yan Mingyu.

It took almost the whole morning to get all the paperwork done.

Now, the last step was just to wait for Han Bing to release him.

In the room.

Qin Yu felt as if his mind had stopped working. Just thinking about any minor thing caused him pain as if his head was being pricked with needles.

His body was stiff and cold, almost indistinguishable from a corpse.

I'll be damned...

Am I going to die?

Qin Yu couldn't accept it. He had carried out so many dangerous missions for his country and hadn't died at the hands of an enemy, only to meet his end in such a suffocating way at the hands of his own people.

If it were possible, he really wanted to embrace a bundle of explosives and die together with that bitch, Han Bing.

Creak...

Just as Qin Yu was feeling unbearably oppressed, he heard the door opening.

Hm?

Qin Yu struggled to open his eyes and saw the small door finally open.

He could see the corridor and four beautiful legs.

Is this a hallucination before death?

"Qin Yu!"

"Qin Yu!"

Two familiar voices rang out, and Qin Yu, trying hard to lift his neck, saw the concerned faces of Lu Wenrou and Yan Mingyu.

"Is it really you?"

Qin Yu opened his cracked lips, his voice extremely weak.

"They haven't given you anything to eat or drink?"

"The legal department of Four Seas Corporation? Get everyone to Jinling. I'm going to sue the Seventh Department!"

"I'm... I'm not dreaming!"

The voices of Lu Wenrou and Yan Mingyu sounded ethereal in Qin Yu's ears, very unreal.

Thump...

"Qin Yu, I'm so sorry... It's all my fault!"

After hanging up the phone, Yan Mingyu knelt on the ground, hugging the much thinner Qin Yu and wept uncontrollably.