The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

Zhang Yi had been hungry for many days, so he naturally had no strength. He was too lazy to struggle and let two burly bodyguards carry him up and take him out.

Lan Xincheng led the way and came to an interrogation room at the end of a corridor.

As soon as the door opened, Zhang Yi was thrown to the ground roughly. He raised his head with difficulty and saw Zhu Zheng sitting behind a table, looking at him indifferently.

Zhu Zheng nodded to Lan Xincheng, who immediately waved his hand and asked the bodyguards to tie Zhang Yi to the interrogation chair.

"Tell me, how much do you know about Deng Shentong's conspiracy?" Lan Xincheng's voice was cold and without a trace of emotion.

Zhang Yi smiled bitterly in his heart. How could he know the secrets of the Deng family? Deng Shentong didn't think highly of him.

But he decided to remain silent because he knew that once he spoke, the consequences might be more serious.

Lan Xincheng saw that Zhang Yi didn't say anything, and his eyes became sharper. He stood up, slowly walked to Zhang Yi, squatted down, and looked directly into his eyes.

"Zhu Shuai has plenty of time and ways to make you speak." Lan Xincheng said softly, "But if you tell us now, maybe Deng Shentong can take you away."

Zhang Yi remained silent. He clenched his teeth tightly and thought quickly about how to deal with the situation.

He had no idea what Zhu Zheng was asking about, and he had no idea what Deng Shentong was going to do.

Zhu Zheng brought him out for interrogation now, so Deng Shentong must be on his way back.

He had to remain silent and bide his time.

Lan Xincheng was so angry that his face turned blue when he saw Zhang Yi still didn't speak. He stood up, kicked Zhang Yi hard, and then sat back in his chair.

"Show him some color." Following Lan Xincheng's order, a bodyguard came forward with a whip in his hand and beat Zhang Yi mercilessly.

Each blow was filled with endless malice, leaving Zhang Yi's skin torn and blood gushing out.

Zhang Yi clenched his teeth to prevent himself from making any sound, but his body trembled uncontrollably.

He felt waves of severe pain coming, as if he was going to be torn into pieces, but he still resisted and did not succumb to the pain.

Zhu Zheng watched all this quietly, with no expression on his face. He seemed to be unconcerned about what was happening in front of him, just watching indifferently.

After a few minutes, the bodyguard finally stopped whipping.

Zhang Yi's body was covered in wounds and blood. He was panting heavily, with sweat and blood dripping down his forehead, but his eyes still had a beast-like arrogance that made people's hearts flutter.

"I'll give you another chance, will you tell me or not?" Lan Xincheng's tone revealed a threat.

Zhang Yi raised his head with difficulty and looked at Lan Xincheng. He panted, with blood in his throat, and said hoarsely: “I don’t know…I really don’t know…”

He didn't lie, but Zhu Zheng would never believe it.

The pain made Zhang Yi's adrenaline work like crazy, and the general outline of the incident gradually became clear in his mind.

Zhu Zheng knew about Deng Shentong's plan, but didn't know the details, so he captured Zhang Yi and wanted to get the information out of him, or to use him as a condition to exchange something with Deng Shentong.

But there was one thing Zhu Zheng was afraid he had miscalculated.

Zhang Yi sneered at himself. He was not an important person around Deng Shentong, but just an insignificant dog.

How could Deng Shentong tell him such a confidential matter?

His answer made Lan Xincheng angry again, and he stood up, ready to continue exerting pressure.

But just then, a phone call interrupted his action.

Lan Xincheng answered the phone and his face became even gloomier.

"Zhu Shuai, Deng Shentong has returned to Blizzard City."

Zhu Zheng knocked on the table: "Talk to him."

Lan Xincheng hung up the phone and looked at Zhang Yi with cold eyes.

He walked over and grabbed Zhang Yi's hair, forcing him to look up, then picked up his cell phone camera and pointed it at the blood-stained and disheveled face.

"Tell me, let your master come and save you. Show some pity, maybe he'll relent."

Zhang Yi was delighted, he knew that Deng Shentong had returned.

He took a deep breath, made his voice as steady as possible, and even smiled cheerfully: "Master, I live very well here. Zhu Shuai is very approachable."

After saying that, he looked at Lan Xincheng provocatively.

Lan Xincheng was furious and raised his hand to hit him again.

At this time, Zhu Zheng said: "Wait, just take a picture."

Lan Xincheng glared at him somewhat unwillingly, probably still remembering how Zhang Yi had humiliated him before.

But he couldn't go against Zhu Zheng's will, so he could only nod in agreement.

……

Outside Blizzard City, Deng Shentong had just gotten off the snowmobile when he received a photo on his communicator.

He clicked on the photo and couldn't help but frowning his delicate eyebrows.

Bai Chunyu noticed his reaction and asked with some concern: "What's the matter, Captain? Why don't you go and deal with it first, and I'll take care of the handover."

Deng Shentong waved his hand, put the communicator back into his pocket, and relaxed his brows again: "Nothing, let's go, we will go into the city first."

Zhu Zheng waited for a while, and the communicator finally rang.

When he opened it, Deng Shentong only sent a message saying, "I don't know what a Japanese spy is. I'm just a servant. If you want to investigate, please go ahead."

"It seems that your master doesn't care about your life or death." Lan Xincheng said gritting his teeth.

Zhang Yi felt relieved, he knew that Deng Shentong's words would make his situation safer.

Zhu Zheng was betting on his influence in Deng Shentong's eyes. If Deng Shentong showed any nervousness, it would be counterproductive.

"But it doesn't matter. I still have time." Lan Xincheng turned around and winked at the bodyguard, "Take him away and keep him under good care."

Two bodyguards came forward, dragged Zhang Yi and walked out the door.

After Zhang Yi was taken away, Zhu Zheng looked at Lan Xincheng and said in a deep voice: "Notify everyone to be on alert level one."

Lan Xincheng took the order and left.

Zhang Yi was put back into a dark cell. He was covered in wounds and lying on the cold ground, his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.

Zhang Yi had a dream while in a coma. In the dream, he returned to his first life, when nothing had happened yet. He stayed in Tianhai City, leading a peaceful life. Deng Shentong would occasionally visit him as a friend.

However, the dream suddenly turned into a nightmare. He saw Deng Shentong falling from the sky, and he could only watch helplessly.

Zhang Yi woke up in shock and found himself in a dark cell.

His wounds still hurt, but he felt even more pain inside.

He didn't understand why fate was always so cruel. Even though everything had settled, these painful memories still refused to let him go.

Just then, the door of the cell opened and a beam of light shone in.

Zhang Yi squinted his eyes and after adjusting to the light, he could see who the person was.

The man had long silver hair and looked at him calmly.

It’s Deng Shentong!

A glimmer of hope surged in Zhang Yi's heart. He thought Deng Shentong was here to save him. After all, Deng Shentong had once said that he would protect his safety.

However, Deng Shentong's eyes were unusually cold. He glanced at Zhang Yi without saying anything. Zhang Yi felt a chill coming over him, and he began to wonder if he was wrong.

Deng Shentong walked up to Zhang Yi, squatted down, stretched out his fingers and gently touched Zhang Yi's wound.

Zhang Yi gasped in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't cry out. Deng Shentong frowned slightly, seeming a little dissatisfied with Zhang Yi's performance.

Then, Deng Shentong took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket and applied it to Zhang Yi's wound. The bottle of medicine exuded a pungent smell, which made Zhang Yi frown. But he knew that this might be the only thing that could save his life.

"Take good care of your injuries. Maybe I can use you in the future." After Deng Shentong said this, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Zhang Yi was stunned. He originally thought that Deng Shentong would rescue him, but he didn't expect to get such a result.

"Wait..." Zhang Yi said with difficulty, "You're just going to leave me here like this?"

Deng Shentong stopped and looked back at Zhang Yi, a complicated look flashing in his eyes. "I have tried my best, but your value is not enough for me to exchange. This world is so cruel."

After saying this, he left the cell without looking back.

"Ah!" Zhang Yi shouted subconsciously, sitting up from the ground with trembling body, his forehead covered with cold sweat.

He gasped for air and looked around in horror. The cell was still dark and damp, and the air was filled with a foul smell.

After a long while, Zhang Yi came back to his senses. He rubbed his temples and tried to calm himself down. The terrible dream just now appeared in his mind again, making him feel scared.

"Is this a dream again?"

Zhang Yi took a deep breath, slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked out through the iron bars. The world outside was pitch black, with only the emergency lights emitting a dim glow.

He suddenly thought, if Zhu Zheng exchanged him and Deng Shentong for something...

If Deng Shentong really doesn't want him anymore, what should he do then?