Yang Xiaobao drove his car and followed their car towards the destination.
When he arrived at the place, Yang Xiaobao discovered that this place turned out to be an internal guest house.
At the door, there were two men in military uniforms with guns standing guard.
After entering, they detained all the captured people separately.
Yang Xiaobao and Zhang Ping greeted each other and walked directly into the room where Pan He was imprisoned.
Pan He was handcuffed and sitting behind the table.
He probably calmed down slowly on the way, so his depressed look disappeared and turned into a calm look.
Yang Xiaobao looked at Pan He, smiled, and said, "Young Master Pan, I didn't expect that we would meet in this way."
Pan He snorted: "Yang Xiaobao, you win again this time."
"Master Pan, do you know what your result will be?" Yang Xiaobao asked coldly.
"die."
Pan He knew very well that what was waiting for him was probably a bullet.
So he had no expectations.
Yang Xiaobao smiled, looked at Pan He and said, "Then you mean to take life and death lightly?"
"So you don't want to get the news you want from me." Pan He sneered.
Yang Xiaobao also smiled and said, "Then do you know what news I want to get?"
Pan He snorted and shook his head: "I don't know."
Yang Xiaobao stood in front of Pan He, looking down at him with his head lowered, and said coldly: "Pan He, if you are honest, tell me honestly, does this matter have anything to do with your father Pan Hanhai?"
Pan He raised his head and glanced at Yang Xiaobao, shook his head and said, "I think I told you, this matter has nothing to do with my father."
Yang Xiaobao saw Pan He's expression and just slapped him, he was lying.
So Yang Xiaobao smiled and said: "Pan He, do you think we won't know if you don't tell us? Don't forget, others are still being held in other places."
Pan He snorted and said nothing.
At this moment, Zhang Ping opened the door and came in.
He was holding a mobile phone, and the ringtone was ringing.
Pan He's expression changed immediately when he saw the mobile phone in Zhang Ping's hand.
This mobile phone belonged to him. Zhang Ping and the others found it when he was arrested.
"Pan He, your father's phone number." Zhang Ping said.
Yang Xiaobao immediately reached out to take it and said, "I'll talk to Pan Hanhai."
When Yang Xiaobao took the phone, he glanced sideways at Pan He.
He found that Pan He's expression became very unstable.
Yang Xiaobao picked up the phone and walked outside.
Zhang Ping also came out.
When he saw Yang Xiaobao, he hung up the phone directly.
"Why, you didn't answer his call?" Zhang Ping asked.
In the whole incident, it can be said that it is entirely Yang Xiaobao's credit for catching these people.
If Yang Xiaobao hadn't placed an undercover agent next to Pan He, and if Yang Xiaobao hadn't taken action in the mall, they wouldn't have been able to catch Pan He and the others.
So Zhang Ping was full of respect for Yang Xiaobao.
Yang Xiaobao shook his head and said, "You can't take it. If you do, all your efforts may be wasted."
"Did Pan He recruit anything?"
Yang Xiaobao shook his head: "No, I didn't say anything."
"What should we do?"
Yang Xiaobao pondered for a moment and said, "I'll go see the supplier."
"This guy is also a thorn. He doesn't say anything and pretends to be crazy!" Zhang Ping said angrily.
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll let him tell me."
Yang Xiaobao walked into another room and saw the guy with sunken eyes sitting there in the same posture as Pan He.
When he saw Yang Xiaobao, the corners of his mouth twitched and he grinned.
"We meet again." Yang Xiaobao also smiled and said to him.
The guy nodded: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been caught by you."
"You are not from this country?"
"No, I'm from Nanyang."
Yang Xiaobao shrugged. He had already guessed it, so there was nothing surprising.
"May I have your name?"
"Call me Charlie."
Yang Xiaobao nodded, knowing that this guy gave a false name.
But that's not important.
"I came here to ask you a question."
"Do you think I can say it?" Charlie laughed again.
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said: "You can say it, you will definitely say it."
Then he added: "Does this matter have anything to do with Pan Hanhai?"
Charlie immediately shook his head and said, "I don't know, I don't know Pan Hanhai at all."
"Then who is your boss?"
Charlie smiled and said: "I don't have a boss, I am the boss myself."
Yang Xiaobao sighed: "I was still thinking that we could chat calmly, but it seems that it is impossible."
"What do you want? Do you want to extract a confession through torture?"
Yang Xiaobao grinned and said: "My name is Yang Xiaobao. I am not a policeman, so there is no such thing as torture to extract a confession. If I beat you, I will beat you."
"Yang Xiaobao?"
Yang Xiaobao sighed, took out his mobile phone, and showed him the news about himself.
"You see, I'm not a policeman at all."
Then he opened the door and shouted outside: "Ajun, come here!"
Ajun, who was resting in another room, heard Yang Xiaobao's words and immediately opened the door and walked out.
"Brother, what's the matter?"
Ajun pointed at Charlie in the room and said: "Let him speak, no matter what method is used, as long as he speaks."
"Don't worry, brother, I'm good at this."
Ajun walked in, and not long after, he heard screams coming from inside.
The sound echoed in the corridor, and everyone who heard it felt a little creepy.
Zhang Ping came over, looked inside, and his expression changed.
"Is this okay?" Zhang Ping said worriedly.
"There is nothing wrong with him. This guy is not from our country. There is no need to be polite to him."
"How about closing the door?"
"Why close the door, just to let Pan He and others listen." Yang Xiaobao said with a smile.
Zhang Ping understands that Yang Xiaobao is not a member of the system. He is freer than them in what he does, which can achieve some results.
With this thought, Zhang Ping stopped caring about him and let him do whatever he wanted.
Fifteen minutes later, Ajun walked out panting.
When Yang Xiaobao saw that his body was covered with blood drops, he shook his head and said, "It's so violent."
Ajun chuckled and said, "Brother, he did it."
Yang Xiaobao nodded, walked into the room, and saw that Charlie was bloody and bloody.
Yang Xiaobao smiled: "How is it? Can you still bear it?"
"You are really devils!"
"Go on, tell me everything you know."
Charlie sighed, knowing that if he didn't say anything, a more cruel torture might be waiting for him.