C747 Torture!

Inside the secret interrogation room of the Public Security Bureau, there was a dim light. Luo Yuntian was hanging in the middle of the room with his feet off the ground.

"Pa Pa Pa …"

With every lash, a bloody wound would be left on Luo Yuntian's upper body. If it was just the whip, perhaps it wouldn't be that painful, but the fat policeman's hand whip was soaked in salt water