Chapter 217
Chapter 217: A Secret Walking Into Its Own Trap—How Thrilling
Jiang Tea Tea’s gaze sharpened.
As a Great Demon, she didn’t even dare boast about living ten thousand years back on the Demon Clan’s mountains. She’d be afraid the Heavenly Dao would hear her arrogance and strike her dead with lightning.
Only her grandmother—an ancient Great Demon tempered by heavenly tribulation—would be fearless enough to endure it.
And now this half-dead wolf in front of her was offering “ten thousand years” like it was a cheap trinket.
Interesting.
Jiang Tea Tea looked him up and down, contempt plain in her eyes. “Have they beaten you stupid in here? You still think you’re going to live a thousand years, ten thousand years?”
“If you had that kind of ability,” she said lightly, “you wouldn’t be chained to this chair.”
Lang Yin Feng’s voice rasped with anger. “You don’t believe me?”
Jiang Tea Tea laughed softly. “What am I supposed to believe? Your face? Your body rotting right in front of me?”
She leaned closer, her voice lazy and sharp. “If you want to walk out of here alive, show some sincerity.”
“My time is valuable,” she added, bright mockery in her eyes. “It’s meant to be displayed to Commander-in-Chief Chong Ming—not wasted on you.”
Lang Yin Feng sucked in air like he was dragging it through broken glass. “Fine. Besides immortality, I can also tell you who your biological parents are.”
“And the biological parents of the other dozen-plus children,” he added quickly, greed flashing. “I can tell you all of it. I can give you a fortune—hundreds of billions. How about that?”
Jiang Tea Tea’s fingers curled into a fist.
She drove it into his face.
Lang Yin Feng’s head snapped to the side, and teeth flew.
Jiang Tea Tea’s voice was cold and clear. “Lang Yin Feng. I’m eighteen. Commander-in-Chief Chong Ming values me. My future is limitless.”
“Why would I go looking for biological parents,” she asked, “just to invite trouble and get my blood sucked dry?”
She didn’t pause. “And your other dozen-plus ‘children’—with you as an example—do you think any of them want to find their biological parents?”
She leaned in, eyes sharp as steel. “Do you think I’m so stupid I don’t understand what the name ‘Jiang Tea Tea’ is worth in the M31 Star System?”
“You’re offering me a hundred billion,” she said, disdain dripping from every word. “That’s you looking down on me.”
“I could open a Starnet account right now and ask the entire star system to donate,” she said smoothly. “Want to test it? See if I can raise a hundred billion in an hour?”
Even the fake heiress consciousness—quiet for so long—stirred at those words. Whatever Lang Yin Feng was to them, his presence still carried a sickening, visceral weight.
Lang Yin Feng spat blood. His eyes gleamed with something frantic. “My good daughter… your personality is just like mine.”
Jiang Tea Tea lifted a brow. “Who do you think I’m like?”
She punched him again.
More teeth broke. More blood spilled.
Lang Yin Feng’s blood looked wrong—dark, almost purple-black.
He tried to speak. “I said your personality is like—”
“Who do you think I’m like?” Jiang Tea Tea repeated evenly.
Another punch.
Another wet crunch.
She struck him again and again, cutting him off each time with the same question, knocking out more teeth, forcing more blood out of him until his breathing turned ragged, like a broken bellows.
When she finally stopped, Lang Yin Feng looked paler than paper, his face slack with pain and terror.
Jiang Tea Tea leaned in and smeared a bit of his blood off his chin. She rubbed it between her fingers, then lifted it to her nose.
Lang Yin Feng noticed and, through trembling breath, rasped, “My body is weak because I’m the biggest experiment. I relied on drugs to maintain it. After I was captured, my special drug was cut off—so I became old like this.”
Jiang Tea Tea’s eyes narrowed, her tone calm and cruel. “New organs every year. Fresh blood every month.”
“A decaying body,” she murmured, “and a rotten soul.”
She straightened. “Without your special drug, without fresh blood, you return to your original state.”
Then she asked softly, almost conversational, “A thousand years. Ten thousand years. How old are you, really?”
Far away, in the Military Department, Chong Ming sat up straighter before the large screen showing the interrogation.
Outside the interrogation room, Ministry of Justice personnel tensed, disbelief flashing through their eyes.
Lang Yin Feng’s eyes tightened abruptly.
His pupils seemed to narrow as fear seized him. His lips—stained with blood—trembled violently.
“W-what do you mean how old am I?” he stammered. “You know my age better than anyone.”
Jiang Tea Tea’s blood-stained finger landed on the back of his shackled hand.
His skin was like old bark.
Her fingertip traced up his hand, along his arm, up his neck, across his cheek, then pressed gently to his brow.
Jiang Tea Tea stood behind him, looking down at the top of his head. “Lang Yin Feng… 3S-rank mutant plant ability is the least impressive ability I have.”
“I also know hypnosis,” she said calmly. “Not the hypnosis your investigators used. Mine is a mutated illusion.”
She pressed lightly into his brow. “One chance. Confess, or I spend a little energy and read it myself.”
Lang Yin Feng’s voice shook. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He tried to twist in the chair, to break the shackles. The more he struggled, the tighter they cut. Metal bit into flesh. Blood seeped.
He tried to lift his head, but her finger on his brow felt like a mountain. He couldn’t raise it.
He could only force his eyes wide and stare at her in panicked defiance.
Jiang Tea Tea applied a little more pressure. “So you won’t confess.”
“Fine.” Her voice stayed soft. “Then I’ll take your memories myself.”
“Wait—wait!” Lang Yin Feng screamed, fear cracking his voice. “Don’t! Don’t hypnotize me! Don’t go into my memories!”
“Hundreds of billions isn’t enough?” he babbled. “I can give you trillions. Quadrillions. Whatever you want.”
“Rescue me. Go beg Chong Ming. Let him release me. I’ll give you everything. Everything!”
Jiang Tea Tea stepped to his side, studying him the way a predator studies prey.
Then she said, smooth as silk, “Lang Yin Feng… no.”
“You’re not Lang Yin Feng.”
“You’re Lang Bai Yue.”
She watched his face drain of color. “White Wolf Clan’s pride for over a thousand years. The empire’s best healing researcher.”
“You once worked at the First Healing Research Institute on Zhen Lin Empire’s Capital Planet.”
She tilted her head. “So what you’re saying is you’ll give me everything you’ve hidden for a thousand years… in exchange for your life.”
Her eyes sharpened. “Is that right?”
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After getting pregnant with a golden dragon cub, the fake daughter is the best in the entire interstellar world
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