Gong Xiecheng was a little delirious, he knew what the Japanese did could only show one thing, that was that the Japanese had lost confidence in getting information from him, and his deadline had come today. But for him, this was a kind of relief, because his body couldn't bear even the slightest bit of torture anymore. Therefore, after being tied to the wooden post, he did not say a word, quietly waiting for death to come. ,Yan Fuzhi was lucky, Yuan Shiheng arrived at Hushan Park not long after he sent a message requesting an urgent connection in the dead mailbox.