Fox Hunt

Emerging from the hotel and into the prisoner transport van, Jiang Yue'er found herself not shackled with leg irons, nor even handcuffs. The only restraint was Lin Qingqing's slender arm, linked through hers. Jiang Yue'er understood this was a gesture, a facade of relaxed vigilance rather than genuine leniency. She smiled at Lin Qingqing and said, "Please, put the handcuffs on me. I am, after all, a prisoner." Hearing this, Lin Qingqing seemed relieved, as if granted a reprieve. Truth be told, her arm had been aching for some time from holding onto Jiang Yue'er. She produced the handcuffs and, with two clicks, secured them around Jiang Yue'er's wrists. "You haven't been a special agent for long, have you?" Jiang Yue'er inquired. Lin Qingqing nodded. To break the oppressive silence in the van, Jiang Yue'er continued the conversation, "Do you know why they put handcuffs and leg irons on prisoners?" Lin Qingqing replied, "The leg irons are probably to prevent escape. But with you only in slippers and locked in this cage, you wouldn't be able to get away, so we're all at ease about that. As for the handcuffs..." "Heh, with these on, I'd have no way to fight back. If I had taken you hostage in here just now, and then forced Agent Ouyang, what do you think the consequences would be?" Jiang Yue'er said. The word "hostage" sent a chill through Ouyang Jian, who was driving. Tonight's resting spot was Luohui Rock. What might happen there... The sun dipped below the horizon, and the road ahead was a treacherous path of cliffs and ravines, only navigable in daylight. Luohui Rock was an open area at the foot of a high mountain, by the water. Ouyang Jian stopped the van by the water's edge and jumped out. He opened the rear iron gate of the prisoner transport and said with a teasing tone, "Ladies, please alight." Lin Qingqing helped Jiang Yue'er out of the van, then took the leg irons from Ouyang Jian and, through Jiang Yue'er's lake-blue stockings, locked them onto her ankles. Jiang Yue'er surveyed the desolate surroundings and involuntarily asked, "This... how are we supposed to rest here?" "Don't you worry about that. We'll build you a temporary prison shortly," Ouyang Jian replied. At that moment, Ouyang Jian and Lin Qingqing pulled a large bag from the van. Inside were several stainless steel tubes, as thick as fingers, that folded into a frame. They found a relatively clean spot, spread out a carpet, and unfolded the frame. With a few clicks and snaps, a cage measuring 1.8 meters square was assembled in no time. Ouyang Jian said to Jiang Yue'er, "How about it? You'll be locked in here tonight. Sturdy enough, wouldn't you say?" The night seemed to take on a romantic air. Ouyang Jian lit a bonfire, and Lin Qingqing caught two small fish. The three of them sat around the fire, roasting the fish and chatting. Just then, Lin Qingqing's phone rang. She moved aside to answer it. Ouyang Jian and Jiang Yue'er continued their conversation. "It must be past eleven now. At the Security Bureau, I'd already be locked up." "You don't have to be so formal here. We'll lock you up when we're tired." At that moment, Lin Qingqing walked over, her expression troubled. "What's wrong, Qingqing? Is something the matter?" Ouyang Jian asked. "It's like this, Headquarters is urging us to send back the disciplinary video of Ms. Jiang." "Oh..." Ouyang Jian suddenly remembered he had forgotten the headquarters' request. Jiang Yue'er's face paled, even more so than Lin Qingqing's. She asked timidly, "Are you planning to use a whip, or...?" Ouyang Jian chuckled, "That's too primitive. Today, we'll try something new... Qingqing, bring out the instruments so Ms. Jiang can have a look." Lin Qingqing pouted. "We really have to use torture? That thing is too terrifying." "Just bring it over..." Another foldable metal frame appeared. Ouyang Jian and Lin Qingqing pulled it apart, revealing a metal cross at the back and a bench-like structure in front. "This is called a 'tiger bench,' a torture device specifically for the legs and feet of female prisoners. Come on, Qingqing, get the camera ready." Ouyang Jian theatrically had Jiang Yue'er sit on the tiger bench. He first removed her leg irons, then spread her arms wide and secured them with two sets of handcuffs to the crossbar of the cross. He removed her gray stockings and secured her legs with restraints. He then turned to Lin Qingqing and gave her a nod, signaling her to start filming. "Jiang Yue'er, today you will undergo disciplinary correction. The instrument is the tiger bench, and the duration is ten minutes." He then took out several bricks and placed them under Jiang Yue'er's heels. Because her legs were loosely bound, even with three bricks, Jiang Yue'er felt no pain. Ouyang Jian saw this and leaned closer to Jiang Yue'er, whispering, "You're very beautiful, but now is the time to grit your teeth and bear the pain. Otherwise, how will we explain this?" Jiang Yue'er showed no sign of pain. Instead, she burst into laughter. Lin Qingqing, who was filming, grew anxious. "Ms. Jiang, please don't make this difficult for us. We need to send the video back before midnight." Barefoot, Bo Xia walked out of the suite. The thugs outside let out a fresh wave of gasps, a mix of excitement and awe at her appearance. Lu Fei ordered a large cushion to be placed on the floor and had Bo Xia sit on it. He then tossed her lipstick, eyeshadow, and nail polish, forcing her to adorn herself in humiliation. "Decorate your feet too," Lu Fei leered. "It'll be hard to touch them up once the shackles are on. Many of your clients are quite interested in feet like yours." With trembling hands, Bo Xia picked up the nail polish and began to paint her toes. "Sigh... why isn't it ready outside yet? Soon we'll be putting our female prisoner, Bo Xia, into a cage for a public parade," Lu Fei taunted. "A parade? Why?" A Fa's tears streamed down his face. Just then, a thug entered carrying handcuffs and shackles, which he unceremoniously threw in front of Bo Xia. Lu Fei stood up, a cold smirk on his face. "This woman is truly a slut. We wanted to take her with us a few days ago, but we didn't think it through then. We just planned to cuff her, shackle her, and drive her back in my car. We'd bring her over later once the detention camp was sorted. But things are different now. I've conquered everything, and I want to make a grand spectacle of her with a public parade." "Am I ready?" Bo Xia stood up, her long, shapely legs and her fair, jade-like feet on full display. "Come... let me put the shackles on you. Parading you like this will be a truly wonderful sight," Lu Fei said, personally fastening the shackles around Bo Xia's ankles and locking them tight. Under the escort of Lu Fei's subordinate, Bo Xia struggled to move her beautiful feet, the chains of the shackles dragging behind her as she walked out of the room. The thugs, though reluctant, parted to create a path, lining up in two rows to admire the scene of a beautiful woman captured. Bo Xia didn't shy away from their lecherous gazes. She walked with composed steps, her hands clasped together, offering them a greeting. The "clank, clank" of the shackles on the cold concrete floor sent a piercing pain through her feet, but her heart ached far more. She saw the cage Lu Fei had custom-made for her: a wooden cage, one and a half meters high, constructed entirely of thumb-thick wooden bars. The fresh splinters on top told her Lu Fei had built it day and night to exact revenge for a decade-old grievance. The cage door opened, and Bo Xia stepped inside. Due to the cage's low height, she could only sit in a half-reclined position. She noticed four chains hanging from the top of the cramped cage. "Brother Fei, how do you plan to lock me up?" she asked Lu Fei. Lu Fei waved his hand, and a subordinate stepped forward. He unlocked Bo Xia's handcuffs and used two chains hanging from the cage's ceiling to hoist her wrists up. Then, he spread her legs to the maximum extent allowed by the shackles and secured her ankles with the two chains attached to the cage's base. She was suspended in the cage like a distorted "big" character. The wooden cage was placed on a flatbed cart, pulled by a skinny horse, and paraded through the streets. Crowds lined the route, marveling at the female prisoner's figure, her face, her measurements, her hands and feet. A black car suddenly stopped beside the prisoner cart. The window rolled down, revealing Lu Fei's sinister face. "Bo Xia, after we pass this intersection, please stand on the high platform and change into a cheongsam with a slit, put on thigh-high stockings, and then be shackled again before getting back into the prisoner cart to continue the parade. Hahaha... hahaha..." Lu Fei's car pulled up beside the high platform. He stepped out of his vehicle, arrogantly running a hand through his hair. At that moment, a tall, blond, blue-eyed man approached and bowed respectfully to Lu Fei. "Respected Boss Lu, may I make a request?" "Ah... it's Boss Hawley from the bar. Speak your mind," Lu Fei replied arrogantly. "Boss Lu, your prisoner cart carrying Bo Xia will be arriving here soon. I heard you plan to have her change into a cheongsam with a slit and thigh-high stockings on this platform before continuing the parade, is that correct?" Hawley asked. Lu Fei nodded. Hawley chuckled wickedly. "Before she changes, I'd like to play with Ms. Bo Xia's delicate feet. And after she's changed, I'd like to play with her silk-stockinged feet again. I'm willing to sponsor you twenty thousand gold yuan for this, how about it?" "Certainly. In the future, I can even escort her to your bar to sing and dance in shackles..." The arrogant Lu Fei didn't notice Hawley's gaze, which was even more sinister than his own. The skinny horse pulled the prisoner cart carrying Bo Xia towards the high platform. Lu Fei arrogantly tilted his head and said to his subordinates, "Everyone, step aside. Mr. Luowei wishes to inspect the first female prisoner of our Jiuhan Gang." The thugs dispersed, forming a circle around the prisoner cart. Luowei, with great gentlemanliness, walked to the cage and looked at the imprisoned woman, who was clad only in lace and a bra, almost completely naked. Chains held her in a spread-eagle position within the cage. "You've suffered, Bo Xia," Luowei said in a low voice. "Oh..." Bo Xia moaned in pain and raised her beautiful eyes, seeing Luowei's blond, blue-eyed face. "It's you, Mr. Luowei. It's really not appropriate for you to see me like this." Luowei sighed. "I gave Lu Fei twenty thousand gold coins, saying I wanted to play with your bare, delicate feet. That was just a pretext, you don't mind, do you, madam?" Bo Xia gave a bitter smile and shook her head, the chains binding her body clanking. "Mr. Luowei, spending twenty thousand gold yuan just for a prisoner's feet isn't worth it." "You misunderstand, madam. I wanted to ask if there's any way I can help you," Luowei whispered. Bo Xia knew Luowei was taking a great risk by approaching her. She looked at him gratefully. "Sir, since you've paid the money, please play with the prisoner's bare feet. Otherwise, it would be a loss." Luowei understood there was more to her words. He reached out his large hand through the wooden bars and began to massage her feet. Bo Xia deliberately cooperated, letting out soft moans. "Mr. Luowei, please sell my casino and find someone. He's a special agent from Country J named Ouyang Jian. Find a way to contact him. Perhaps my daughter and I can still be saved." "How is it? Mr. Luowei, have you had enough fun with the prisoner's feet? We need to change her clothes now." Before Bo Xia could finish speaking, Lu Fei impatiently interrupted their conversation. The next morning, Leng Rujie was the first to be taken out of the cell, and she didn't return for over an hour. Du Jia, imprisoned in the same cell, was very confused. Could a veteran goddess detective also be tested? Before she could figure it out, a guard opened the cell door and shouted, "Du Jia, prepare for your test." As Du Jia stepped out of the cell, her bare feet, previously restrained, met the waiting presence of another female prisoner – Su Rongrong. Du Jia felt conflicted about this junior. Sometimes she liked her mischievous and willful nature, and other times she disliked her fragility and peculiar temper. Was she to undergo the test with her today? Du Jia didn't care about the so-called test; it was merely torture or sexual humiliation. She, a strong woman, could endure it, but she couldn't guarantee Su Rongrong's resilience. Lost in thought, they were escorted to the backyard. Du Jia and Su Rongrong looked up in surprise. The place resembled an ancient county yamen's prison. A fierce, fanged beast hung on the front wall, with a large character for "prison" beneath its head. The gate was made of thick wooden bars. The guards shoved Du Jia and Su Rongrong into the cell, shouting, "Get in!" "Ouch, Uncle, can you be a little gentler? We're wearing shackles, but we can still walk," Su Rongrong pouted. Inside the courtyard were rows of ancient-style cells. Du Jia and Su Rongrong were pushed into a cage with wooden bars on three sides and then ordered to sit on straw mats on the ground. "Weren't you supposed to test us? Why are we being locked up?" Du Jia asked. "Don't ask. You'll know soon enough," the guard replied coldly. He then took out a wooden board with two round holes. He split the board in half, turning the two round holes into two semi-circles. Du Jia sneered dismissively, "Isn't this a foot shackle? Are you trying to molest female prisoners' feet? Go ahead, I'm wearing shackles, so I won't be able to kick you. You don't need this contraption." The guard chuckled disdainfully, "We're not that bored. You'll know what we're doing soon enough." With that, he locked the foot shackles onto Du Jia's bare feet. At that moment, another guard entered and blindfolded Su Rongrong with a black cloth. Su Rongrong, whose large eyes usually darted around, couldn't stand it. "What are you doing? Are you trying to suffocate me?" Without a word, the guard stepped forward, handcuffed her hands behind her back, and blindfolded her. Just then, Du Jia felt a gust of fragrant wind. Her vision blurred, and her head began to spin. She then heard the melodious and beautiful sound of a guqin. A woman in white floated in, as if suspended in mid-air. As she drew closer, Du Jia could see her clearly. "This... isn't this Leng Rujie?" Du Jia murmured. Leng Rujie was not wearing shackles or handcuffs. She was draped in a sheer, flowing cloak, looking like a fairy, her eyes deep and clear like stars in the night sky. At this moment, Du Jia no longer realized she was locked in a cell, bound by handcuffs, shackles, and foot restraints. She seemed to have entered a fairy tale world. Leng Rujie then opened her rosy lips and sang leisurely, "With sword in hand, I play the zither in a hundred-mile gorge, my sister Du Jia by my side. In those days, we defeated the strong enemy, our blood staining the sky in a dazzling sunset. Now my sister has been ambushed, imprisoned and shackled. With my righteous sword, I will slay the villains and break the prison to save the heroine." As the song ended, Leng Rujie tossed the guqin into the air, leaped up, and drew a sharp sword from behind her. As the sword was unsheathed, it emitted a brilliant radiance. With the sword's movement, the guqin shattered into fragments like snowflakes. "Excellent skill! You are indeed the peerless warrior Du Xiaonan, possessing both talent and martial prowess," a voice boomed, and an old man with a silver beard leaped into the courtyard. The woman in white let out a cold laugh. "You thousand-handed pervert Xiao Keyuan, you resorted to despicable schemes to ambush my sister Du Jia. Today, I've come to take your life." Du Jia, bewildered, said, "Oh... this is my sister Du Xiaonan. We are known as the Twin Warriors of Baili. We once purged the sect of the pervert Xiao Keyuan. Later, I was tricked and captured by Xiao Keyuan. My sister has come to rescue me." The man named Xiao Keyuan sneered, "The one in the prison, wearing foot shackles and handcuffs, is your sister Du Jia." The woman in white, sword in hand, declared, "Indeed. Release her quickly, or I will dismember you today, old scoundrel." "What a bold statement! I have another cell, and I've prepared handcuffs and foot shackles. Wouldn't it be nice to lock you up and have you meet your sister in prison?" Xiao Keyuan said shamelessly. "What a shameless pervert!" Du Xiaonan leaped forward, her sword aimed at Xiao Keyuan. Xiao Keyuan dodged, and the sword missed. Du Xiaonan then struck at Xiao Keyuan's face with her palm. Xiao Keyuan retreated half a step, blocking Du Xiaonan's palm strike with his own. Xiao Keyuan's silver eyebrows furrowed, showing signs of strain. Suddenly, Du Xiaonan leaped into the air and kicked Xiao Keyuan in the chest. Xiao Keyuan barely managed to move his palm away, but he was caught off guard by the kick, stumbling back several steps and nearly falling to the ground. Du Xiaonan did not press her advantage. Instead, she gracefully turned, severed the iron lock on the cell with her sword, leaped to Du Jia's side, and cut through her shackles and foot restraints as if they were vegetables. She then lifted Du Jia and rushed out. Just then, Xiao Keyuan struck at Du Xiaonan's back with a palm. Du Jia cried out in alarm, "Sister, be careful!" Du Xiaonan felt the malevolent force behind her but did not turn back. She simply threw Du Jia out of the cell and used her delicate body to take Xiao Keyuan's palm strike. "Ah..." Du Xiaonan coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood. She twisted her head in pain and looked at Du Jia. "Sister, hurry and go... Don't worry about your little sister." At this moment, Du Jia saw several burly men grab Du Xiaonan's fragrant shoulders and force her down. Du Xiaonan, appearing severely injured and in pain, knelt before the cell, bound by ropes by the two burly men. "Hahaha... Hahaha..." Xiao Keyuan let out a strange, wild laugh. "Du Jia, I know your martial arts are superior to mine. You can escape. Your pure and innocent sister can take your place in prison. That day I captured you, I wanted to ravage your body, but you were too skilled. Even with handcuffs and foot shackles, I couldn't get close. Now it's perfect. Your sister is seriously injured, and she won't be able to resist me. Soon, I'll put handcuffs and foot shackles on her and enjoy several nights of ecstasy, hahaha... hahaha." Resna stammered, confused, "According to your instructions, you've set up two cells in the open space of the corridor with iron bars. That Lu Yan is locked up alone, and the other three are held together. They've all been handcuffed and shackled..." "No... this won't do, Resna, listen to me. First, cut off the passage to the cells and any other areas. No one but me is to come into contact with the four female prisoners. And then, put the most severe restraints on that Lu Yan, including leg irons, toe shackles, and all the restraining instruments you have in the prison, put them all on her..." Jaim said, unable to contain his excitement. At noon, two iron gates were added to the side of Lu Yan's cell under Resna's personal command, with black-clad guards from the Jiuhan Gang manning each gate. Resna, accompanied by two burly black-clad men, stood menacingly before Lu Yan's cage, ordered the lock opened, and then roared, "Lu Yan, out of the cell!" A helpless, bitter smile flickered across Lu Yan's haggard face. She swayed her hands, which were hoisted high above her head, indicating she couldn't move at all. Resna, furious, stepped forward, slapped her, then unlocked her handcuffs, cursing, "Bitch, I've been busy all morning preparing your restraints. The word "restraints" made Lu Yan instinctively tremble. She looked up at Resna with a mournful plea, "I'm just a prostitute, not your difficult opponent. Aren't the shackles and handcuffs enough? What other restraints do you need to confine me..." "You'll know soon enough. Guards, strip her clothes..." Lu Yan's professional attire, her white shirt, was brutally torn off by the black-clad men. Her pure white body was left with only a black lace bandeau and a pair of tight panties. They didn't even spare her stockings, shredding them to pieces and throwing them into the trash. She stood there, semi-nude, barefoot on the cold floor, with the shackles she was captured in still locked around her ankles. She was like a lamb awaiting slaughter. Resna circled Lu Yan, her tall figure a stark contrast to Lu Yan's petite frame, highlighting her brutality and Lu Yan's pitiable state. A prostitute would never appear to be in need of pity from any angle, yet Lu Yan managed it today. Resna fastened a wide iron ring around Lu Yan's delicate neck with a click. This was a collar. Lu Yan knew these; they were common toys made of leather in the pleasure quarters, but this was an iron instrument of torture. Resna then attached a long iron chain to the front of the collar, letting it hang down her body to her feet. Next, another iron ring with a lock was fastened around Lu Yan's waist, locking in the front. Lu Yan's cuffed hands hung on the waist ring, the contact between her skin and the metal sending a shiver down her spine. The chain hanging from the collar was then sequentially secured to the handcuffs and the waist ring. Lu Yan understood that the next step was to connect the chain to her leg shackles. But unexpectedly, Resna unlocked her leg shackles and ordered her to sit on the ground. She then took out two thin iron chains, each with five ring-like iron loops attached. Finally, Lu Yan understood as Resna fitted each toe into a loop and locked it. A heavier set of leg irons was then placed on her ankles and connected to the chain hanging from the collar, forming a unified set of restraints that coiled around Lu Yan's body like a python. As she was pushed back into the cell by Resna, Lu Yan was horrified to find her taking out a double-holed leg spreader and locking it onto her ankles... The heavy restraints made it almost impossible for Lu Yan to breathe. Her fleshy feet appeared so frail under the confinement of the chains, wooden spreader, and locks. But she didn't know that, on the other side of the iron bars, a pair of sharp eyes were observing the unfolding events... Thirty-seven Luo Wei emerged from his hidden spot in the corridor. He saw the fierce-looking Resna had already locked Lu Yan back in her cell. The unforgiving iron lock secured the barred door tightly. The helpless Lu Yan, weighed down by her heavy restraints, sat on the edge of her cage. Her once alluring eyes had lost their sparkle. Her sensual lips were tightly shut. Her bare feet, controlled by the leg spreader, were pressed together and pointed upwards, facing the cell door. The fair, tender soles of her feet had already turned red. No one knew what she was thinking, only that she was at a loss and had no idea what fate awaited her... Luo Wei suddenly turned and went directly to the room where Diana was held. He dismissed the black-clad guards, opened the iron lock on the door, and found the imprisoned woman still gazing out at the small grove of trees. "The situation outside is very bad. Lu Yan and the others were tortured yesterday. Today, Jaim had Resna put toe shackles, leg irons, a collar, and waist restraints on her. The confinement from these restraints exceeds what the Fox Hunt special team members endured. I don't know what you think about this," Luo Wei said. Diana remained motionless, staring at the grove. She shifted her body slightly, her feet in blue-trimmed white socks moving with the heavy leg irons, making a "clatter" sound. "Tonight, Lu Yan will likely face further torture, but none of this will matter. You just need to come here on time and enjoy my body," she said. "Do you think giving me your body will save your Brown Plan? Daydreaming. Jaim has already arranged for the Lions to surround that grove, and even I can't get close. And this magnificent corridor has been divided into two sections. This section imprisons you prostitutes, and that section holds Lu Yan and her three subordinates. I can't get close to you either. What kind of pipe dream are you having?" Luo Wei roared. The word "prostitute" clearly stung Diana. Her thin body trembled slightly, and she choked out, "You say... I'm also a prostitute? Then let Jaim capture me, put toe shackles and leg irons on me, and let me endure torture with Lu Yan tonight..." Luo Wei remained silent, turning away to wipe his tears. After a long sigh, he said, "Alright... I spoke a bit too emotionally, but I can still protect you. I've already reported to Duan Shaonan and Zuo Mu about what Lu Yan did. You have no idea. I've even applied to have you transferred back to Luohong Island instead of Jiuhan Gang's Hanyu Town. We've come this far, you should tell me the secret in the grove." Diana let out a long sigh and said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Luo Wei. All I can do is for you to come tonight, and I will use my imprisoned body to comfort you... That's all... that's all I can do... I'm sorry... I'm truly sorry..." Diana cried, crying heartbrokenly... Night soon arrived. At the end of the corridor, Resna's rough roar echoed, "Lu Yan, out of the cell!" Lu Yan, whose leg shackles had just been unlocked, her ankles still numb, used her cuffed hands to support herself and shakily stood up, staggering towards the cell door. With a "clatter, clatter" of her leg irons against the ground, she walked out of the cell with a dazed expression. She glanced at her subordinates in the adjacent cells, Ouliya, Meihui, and Annie. They had already been carried into their rooms by the black-clad men and were being violated. Now, she had to endure new torture... Her small figure moved mechanically forward, her jade feet bound by leg irons. She was roughly pushed from behind by Resna. Her three-point attire drew lewd whistles and vulgar remarks from countless black-clad men, but she ignored it all, not even caring about the torture that awaited her that night. She was thinking about the secret she would take to her grave, and how much longer she could keep it. Lu Yan sat opposite Jaim, her small feet, bound by iron shackles, fidgeting on the cold floor, her left foot tapping her right, her right foot tapping her left. Her plump, fleshy calves trembled uncontrollably. Jaim grinned, looking her up and down. "I know your personal details: height 160 cm, weight 43 kg, foot length 35 cm. A petite and exquisite figure. In every aspect, you embody smallness. But these shackles, irons, and leg spreaders combined weigh 30 kg. I truly don't know how you've gotten through the day. You probably don't know that Resna has already ordered the nearest blacksmith shop to forge a small cage for you. Then, your little feet will be locked inside with the leg spreaders. Your days will be truly difficult." Lu Yan smiled slightly and said, "Indeed, everything about me is small, but my breasts are large. Why don't you touch them? I'm willing to offer my body for your enjoyment." Leng Rujie knew very well that among all her opponents, Professor Tan was the most difficult to deal with. His thoughts surpassed everyone, even Duan Shaonan. "Come, let's put on a few more restraints, and we can be on our way," Professor Tan said. Leng Rujie wiggled her black silk-clad feet, the iron shackles on her ankles clanking. "Aren't the handcuffs and shackles enough?" she asked, a cruel smile on Professor Tan's face. He silently picked up a three-holed wooden cangue with a rough edge. Leng Rujie showed no fear. With her cuffed hands, she pushed aside her raven-black hair, allowing Professor Tan to place the wooden cangue around her fair neck. She then raised her hands to her nape, exposing her jade wrists bound by wolf-tooth handcuffs, and let Professor Tan close and lock the cangue. Professor Tan stood before the shackled and cuffed female prisoner without leaving, patiently admiring his handiwork. Then, he suddenly bent down, lifted Leng Rujie's shackled, silk-stockinged feet, and caressed the ankle restraints. Muttering to himself, he said, "This isn't enough..." He suddenly took out a small pair of scissors and cut a notch horizontally across the tip of her stocking, completely exposing her toes. He then produced two pairs of toe shackles and locked each of Leng Rujie's toes in a ring. "Teacher Tan, you've put so many restraints on me not just to confine me, but more importantly, to prepare for your experiment, haven't you?" Leng Rujie said coldly. After fitting the toe shackles, Professor Tan looked up indifferently at the prisoner entangled in shackles and chains, a trace of unfathomable turbidity flashing in his eyes. The scene of Leng Rujie being escorted away was grand. Over a dozen men in black formed two rows behind her. Two burly men grabbed her arms, which protruded from the wooden cangue. The tall, stern, ice-cold beauty carried the cangue, her hands cuffed, a gleaming silver chain connecting the handcuffs and forming a right angle in front of the cangue, dropping to her feet and then connecting to the iron shackles locked around her ankles. With a clatter, Leng Rujie dragged the heavy restraints, weighing over twenty pounds, slowly outward. Her fair, slender toes, slightly curled due to the toe shackles, formed a V-shape with the ground where her forefeet touched. The red indicator light on the ankle restraints flickered through her black silk stockings. She descended the steps towards the metallic-sheened container truck, its rear door opening. Perhaps exceeding the set pace for the ankle restraints, her feet were clamped. Fortunately, the men escorting her from behind helped her onto the truck and into the wooden cage inside. Standing beside the cage was the gentle Sister Feng, holding a foot cage in her hand. Leng Rujie knew this was also meant for her... The wooden cangue on the foot cage was opened. Leng Rujie slightly flexed her feet back and forth, then smiled at Sister Feng. "Wait a moment, my feet are a bit numb..." "Sigh... how could they not be, with such heavy restraints..." she sighed, removing the foot cage. Leng Rujie looked at the short, stout woman, who remained a mystery to her. She always treated her with sympathy and could create some convenience without compromising her confinement. However, she strictly followed all of Professor Tan's orders. On the surface, she was Professor Tan's servant, handling trivial matters, but Leng Rujie had a feeling this woman might become an important pawn for Professor Tan. "Sister Feng, please lock me up. That way, those disgusting guards won't drool over my shackled feet," the cold and beautiful prisoner would sometimes joke with Sister Feng. She voluntarily placed her feet through the wooden foot shackles, her heels on the ground within the narrow iron cage. Sister Feng very diligently closed the wooden shackles and, through the iron bars, hooked her fingers around the shackle ring on Leng Rujie's ankle. Leng Rujie knew this was to check the restraints on the female prisoner's feet. She seemed completely unconcerned, her gaze following Sister Feng's raised head, fixed on her eyes. Strangely, her eyes were hazy and unfocused; Leng Rujie could feel nothing. This was something even Professor Tan couldn't achieve, except for that fool who had completely lost his mind. But how could the composed Sister Feng also break through her psychological insight? Sister Feng stood up, removed the cage holding Leng Rujie, and instructed her to call if she needed anything, as she would be guarding the truck. As Sister Feng turned away, she suddenly felt a sense of authority from the woman when she ordered the black-clad men to lock the wooden cage. "Lock the cage and keep a distant watch..." This seemingly ordinary sentence made Leng Rujie sense something... The truck started moving, and Leng Rujie fell into thought. Today, before her transfer, Professor Tan's words had completely aligned with her own thoughts over the past few days. If she could see through Professor Tan, it was because when they faced each other, Professor Tan was always thinking about her. But in her heart, she had never thought about anything else; only when she was alone in her cell did she think about her own matters. She felt a sense of unease, as if a pair of sharper eyes were constantly watching her. The escort team drove out of the suburbs of B City and onto a winding mountain road, heading upwards. Following closely behind the truck holding Leng Rujie was a black sedan, in which sat Professor Tan and Xiaotian Bao. "She's considered all the information we've obtained. This female prisoner is extremely formidable. She knows Ouyang Jian won't hijack the prisoner transport," Professor Tan said, his face grim. "What? Ouyang Jian won't come to save her? Then why are we arranging this whole convoy?" Xiaotian Bao asked, somewhat agitated. Professor Tan said sinisterly, "I'm afraid your convoy might not be enough to stop those who dare to hijack the prisoner transport. It must be someone formidable." Zhou Panpan sat back in her original position, deliberately crossing her ankles, encased in short silk stockings, in front of Xiaotian Bao. She sighed and said, "I know you can't deal with Zuo Mu, nor can you stir up any trouble. But if you want to be the man I fancy, you need to have some balls. The Madam agrees to be taken by you, to claim credit with Zuo Mu, but you need to know your limits and not go too far off course." As she spoke, Zhou Panpan checked the time and said, "You can put the shackles on me now." She then propped her beautiful feet up on the partition opposite. Xiaotian Bao carefully took out a pair of five-kilogram shackles and placed them on Zhou Panpan's ankles. He inserted the key into the lock and tightened the rings around her ankles. Suddenly, Zhou Panpan let out a scream of pain, "Ah..." Xiaotian Bao was startled and stopped, asking, "Did I hurt you?" "Why are you locking them so tight? Do you think I'll run away..." Zhou Panpan chided. "Oh... it's better to lock these shackles tightly, otherwise this iron thing will chafe your ankles," Xiaotian Bao said hesitantly. Zhou Panpan snorted and said, "Then do as you please. But when we get to Luohong Island, try to find me a lighter pair of shackles. These are too heavy." She lifted her feet, a pained expression on her face. After securing the shackles on Zhou Panpan, Xiaotian Bao used the U-shaped rings on the opposite partition to fix her feet in place. With a fawning smile, he said, "I'll go into the courtyard now to bring Jiang Yue'er and the others out. You rest here for a while." He then ordered two men in black to get into the car, close and lock the doors of the prisoner transport, and he himself led his men into the courtyard. The two female machine gunners from before had already placed their weapons at their feet and stood at attention on either side. Xiaotian Bao was far less polite to them than he was to Zhou Panpan. He glanced them up and down and said to two of his closer subordinates, "Take them to the room next door. Strip off their shoes and socks, and put handcuffs and shackles on them. If you want, you can have your way with them, but don't go too far. They are prisoners of Luohong Island, after all!" The two subordinates were overjoyed and, twisting the girls' arms behind their backs, shoved them into the adjacent room. Xiaotian Bao swaggered into the living room to find Jiang Yue'er sitting with one slipper on and the other foot propped on the sofa, her hair slightly disheveled, staring at the quartz clock on the wall. Du Ranran sat beside her as if nothing was happening, reading a book. Only Mo Chouyan emerged from a room, her hips swaying, trailing a pungent perfume that nearly knocked a person over. She wore a low-cut white shirt and a short denim skirt, with black thigh-high fishnet stockings that extended all the way to her toes. Her feet, a size forty, were crammed into pointed high heels. Seeing Xiaotian Bao, she plastered a smile on her face and said, "Oh my... isn't this Xiaotian Bao? It's been a while since I've seen you." As she spoke, she lunged to throw herself into Xiaotian Bao's arms. Although Xiaotian Bao maintained a cold expression, he didn't forget to grab her breast before seizing one of her wrists, twisting it behind her back, and shouting, "Behave yourself! You're a prisoner of the Ziwei Group now!" Mo Chouyan not only ended up empty-handed but also cried out in pain, "Ouch, ouch," as her wrist was grabbed tightly. Xiaotian Bao was unceremonious, and with a "click, click," he cuffed her hands behind her back, pushed her against the wall, and pressed her shoulder, saying, "Sit on the floor and stick out your feet." Mo Chouyan was forced down, her beautiful legs reluctantly extended towards Xiaotian Bao. She said with a tearful voice, "I had an agreement with your boss Zuo Mu. You can't treat me like this." Xiaotian Bao remained silent. He grabbed her bright red high heel, kicked it off, and threw it far away. Then he reached for her black fishnet stockings. Mo Chouyan pleaded, "No, no, don't take these off. I know you're going to put shackles on me, but these are thin fishnets, they won't interfere with the shackles." Xiaotian Bao sneered. He didn't remove her stockings but instead pulled a section of the silk net covering her sole, revealing her pink toes. Then, he locked a pair of eight-kilogram shackles onto her ankle. Xiaotian Bao, with a wicked grin, wiped his hand across Mo Chouyan's beautiful foot and said, "Sit here obediently for a while, I'll take you away soon!" He then walked over to Jiang Yue'er, his face grim, and said, "It's your turn, Madam Jiang. Put on the handcuffs and come with us." Jiang Yue'er calmly picked up her coffee from the coffee table and took a sip. "What's the hurry? My feet are right here. You can shackle them whenever you want. But I'd like to ask you, Zuo Mu killed Murong Ye. When is he going to kill you?" Her words made Xiaotian Bao take two steps back, startled. "You... what are you joking about? I'm his trusted subordinate. Why would he think of killing me?" Jiang Yue'er sneered, "Precisely because of that, you must die. He's afraid you'll imitate him and eventually take his life. But for now, he needs to use your ferocity against his enemies." "Oh..." Cold sweat broke out on Xiaotian Bao's forehead. He looked at Jiang Yue'er's stern face and felt a sense of fear. Suddenly, from the adjacent room, came the curses of the two female machine gunners and the lewd laughter of Xiaotian Bao's subordinates. "Bastards, if you're going to put shackles on us, do it. Why are you touching us?" "Heh heh... little bitches, still feisty, huh? You know what? From now on, you're prisoners of Luohong Island. Don't you know what female prisoners do in the Ziwei Group? They're prostitutes in captivity. We'll play with you, and those who are willing to pay will play. Why don't you try to please us brothers? We'll treat you well then!" "Get lost! We'll shackle ourselves, we don't need you!" "Haha... we just want to play with your feet and your breasts... haha..."