Shackled OLs

"No wonder your sister-in-law would rather turn into a dog than deal with you. Can't you even spare us a glance?" I switched to tickling his armpits. "You're more than half responsible for your sister-in-law turning into a dog. If you hadn't introduced her to the M-circle, she wouldn't have ended up like that." My cousin finally put down his keyboard, turned his chair, and looked at my face. Then he saw Jingwen's large breasts and covered his mouth. "Where did you find such a gem? She's not artificial, is she?" "Cousin, watch your mouth. Even if she is artificial, you should pretend not to know." I winked at him. "If you don't start soon, I'm leaving," Jingwen said, unfazed by men commenting on her breasts. Real or fake, it would be revealed once they started playing. As for the sour remarks from those who didn't have the chance to enjoy men, she just treated them like farts. "Cousin, if you take my M home with you, you'll only have me," I said, laughing as I put my arm around Jingwen's waist. "Damn, such a top-tier M with big breasts is hard to find. Jingwen, right? Enjoy this torture trip, I'll lead the way. Clang clang." My cousin stood up, took out his remote key, and bowed subserviently as he walked ahead. "You two really are a pair of cheap men," Jingwen gave us her final evaluation before the punishment. "We have cheap mouths, but our hands are ruthless. You can still regret it now. Once we get to the torture chamber, you can scream your lungs out, and no one will save you," I pinched her large buttock. Jingwen's face flushed slightly. So sensitive, she really was a top-tier M. The torture chamber was in the basement, which was originally an underground garage. My cousin had used up all the legally registered area and even encroached on the neighbor's villa's yard. He learned the method from a book, like the underground printing house in Tbilisi. He hired four or five batches of workers in stages to avoid detection. My cousin led the way, gesturing for us to enter, and pressed the elevator button. Instead of a modern, fully enclosed cabin, my cousin opted for an open-style elevator, similar to a freight elevator. It felt like sitting in a basket as we were slowly lowered underground. Before entering the elevator, I handcuffed Jingwen, making her feel the tension of impending punishment. As the elevator descended, Jingwen's face showed a panic I hadn't seen before, especially when she saw the heavy, thick iron door of the torture chamber, which made her body tremble. "What, scared!" My cousin grabbed her chin and shoved a large, stainless steel gag with holes into her mouth. Her mouth was instantly stretched to its limit. Her upper and lower teeth pressed against the ball, and saliva immediately began to stream out. "No!" She tried to struggle, attempting to use her tongue to push it out, but my cousin, though lean, had hands strengthened by years of training and was not easily resisted. He pushed the gag deep into her mouth, then moved behind her, took out a small padlock, tightened two straps, and locked them. "You stinking bitch, I'll let you taste my 'Nine Twists and Eighteen Bends' first," my cousin said fiercely, fully immersed in his role. Hearing "Nine Twists and Eighteen Bends," Jingwen became even more terrified. This technique was notoriously brutal in the rope bondage community. Once tied, struggling was impossible. Any movement of the arms would cause the ropes to tighten as if alive, until bones snapped. Minor cases resulted in amputation, while severe cases led to instant death. However, this ultimate skill was now only passed down in the southernmost region, Qin Yu, where two maximum-security prisons held wealthy and noble men and women from all over the country. Her family member, Zhang Meina, was the current master of this national intangible cultural heritage, the "Nine Twists and Eighteen Bends." Jingwen had also heard that the technique was only passed down within their family, and even the prison guards hadn't received Zhang Meina's true teachings. Female inmates fortunate enough to be bound by the "Nine Twists and Eighteen Bends" were all executed by a single gunshot, facing their end with the demeanor of martyrs, dying in agony but inspiring envy. This was the remote border of Saibei; how could he have learned such a divine skill? I chuckled. My cousin was a master hacker. Anywhere with a camera was visible to him. Despite the strict security at Qin Yu Women's Prison, it still had to connect to the outside world. My cousin had hacked into their database, retrieved all the videos of Zhang Meina tying up death row inmates, and studied them frame by frame, creating a tutorial for the "Nine Twists and Eighteen Bends." This tutorial was so good that even Zhang Meina praised it, saying it was even better than her own demonstration. However, Zhang Meina still warned my cousin to only spread it within a small circle and never let beginners get their hands on it, as it was too dangerous. Thus, my cousin set up the highest level of secrecy on the Red Hacker Alliance, accessible only to authorized senior rope masters.

"Let me repeat, I'm just here to escort you as per my superiors' orders. I had no idea about the handcuffs and leg shackles. If you want answers, you'll have to come with me to headquarters, and someone will explain it to you." Gao Lan was sweating profusely under the barrage of questions from the two women. She was wearing the same thin, see-through company-issued white shirt as the five trainees. A bead of sweat trickled down her chin, soaking directly into her white bra, revealing the contours of her high, smooth, and tender breasts. With her ample 36D bust, the shirt buttons were barely holding on. With every breath, ripples spread across the fabric, and the straps on her shoulders were clearly visible. "Don't try to fob us off with that excuse. I don't believe for a second that the department head didn't mention the handcuffs and leg shackles when you left," Huang Wei's eyebrows shot up, her voice growing louder. "Alright, keep it down, I can't stand all this shouting," the driver interjected from the front. "What's it to you?" Huang Wei snapped back at him. "It's none of my business, is it? Then I'm getting out. You can keep arguing if you want; I'll drive when you're done." The driver, clearly having a short fuse, pushed open the door, got out, and lit a cigarette. "Look at you two, you've even managed to piss off the driver. Fine, none of us are going anywhere then. We'll just sit here," Gao Lan changed the subject, crossing her legs. "Fine. Since you can't give us a reason for these shackles, and we're not criminals, we're all getting off. Who's afraid of whom?" Huang Wei stood up, her leg shackle clanging against the metal frame under the seat. The large, enticing mounds beneath her thin white shirt formed a beautiful curve, and the alluring peaks were faintly visible through her white bra. The first button of her blouse was undone, and the second was strained to its limit by her breasts, threatening to pop open. The white straps on her shoulders looked as though they were about to slip off. "That's right, we're all getting off with the instructor," Hu Ke chimed in. As she stood, the remaining four also rose, their leg shackles clattering against the floor. Gao Lan panicked. "You can't get off!" she stood up, blocking the doorway. "Why not? You're not law enforcement, and we're not criminals," Huang Wei, unable to use her hands, resorted to nudging Gao Lan with her shoulder. This was where Gao Lan's advantage became clear. Gripping the door handle, Huang Wei's shoulder had no effect on her. It was truly a case of one woman holding the pass, and six women unable to get through. "Move aside," Huang Wei shouted again. Inside the vehicle, six women were in a heated standoff against one. Outside, the fat man was arguing with Old Li and Xiao Lin. The onlookers who had started to disperse had now gathered again, their attention shifting from the shackled women in the van to the group outside. "Brother, just let us through. We'll drive the van out, and you can stand here as long as you like," Old Li, whose physique was only good for bullying the women inside, was at a distinct disadvantage against the man who was as fat as a pig. "Dream on. What do you two think you are? Just because you're wearing some kind of security uniform that looks like law enforcement, you think you can do whatever you want." The fat man had recognized them as imposters from the start. "You can't block the exit, though. This is a parking lot, not your personal hangout," a security guard, the one in charge of collecting fees, approached. "If I stand here, you can still collect some money, right?" The fat man softened when he saw someone in charge. "Get lost. Whether I collect more or less is none of your business," the security guard's eyebrows shot up as he reprimanded him. Huang Wei felt a pang of frustration. With her hands cuffed to her sides, she couldn't exert any force. "Let's go together." Huang Wei turned her body to the side. While her wrists were immobile, her fingers could still grasp. The six women pressed towards Gao Lan, and three of them managed to grab her clothes. "Are you trying to rebel?" Gao Lan pushed them away. However, she was outnumbered. Six women were crowding her, and her strength was no match. "Driver, driver! They're trying to escape!" Gao Lan had no choice but to shout for help.

"Dad, Mom. Are the shackles on my sister's feet and the handcuffs on her hands specially made for death row inmates? Why are they all riveted?" Her younger brother blurted out without thinking. Anyone with eyes could see it, but others would see and not speak of it. But her brother, with his foul mouth, pointed it out directly. Zheng Cuiyu's face flushed. All eyes turned to her brother. Even Wu Zhiyuan, who was passionately kissing in the car, heard his loud announcement. He got out of the car and glared at him. "Why are you all looking at me like that? She's clearly wearing the same handcuffs and shackles used for death row inmates. I saw them when I was inside. The death row inmates turned pale when they were put on, much paler than my sister is now." The brother's righteous speech gained no favor from those around him. Her father, enraged, stomped his foot and simply started the car. Without even a word to Wu Zhiyuan, he drove away. "If you can't speak properly, say less. Look at your sister, her face is all red with shame." Mother Zheng put on a show of concern and walked towards Zheng Cuiyu. "What's wrong? She committed such a serious offense, and you're telling me I shouldn't say anything? Don't look at her like she's being wronged. How could that be? I've been inside before. The authorities never wrong a good person, nor do they let a bad person go, Mom." Zheng Xueren said, his face red and neck bulging. "Enough, you don't need to preach here. Are you used to shouting in there?" Father Zheng couldn't stand his demeanor. "No, Dad and Mom, I'm telling the truth. I really saw death row inmates. At that time, the condemned prisoner was about to be executed, and I even accompanied and served him. The shackles on his feet were exactly like my sister's, but perhaps because he was a man, there were more iron rings in the middle. Those shackles are one thing; many people have worn such riveted shackles. But these handcuffs, I will never forget them. Because only those who are about to be executed wear these uniquely shaped handcuffs, and these handcuffs are made of copper, so they won't rust even if they're not removed. And these handcuffs are very tight; once a prisoner puts them on, they become incredibly docile, unable to even harm themselves." Zheng Xueren kept talking more and more. Zheng Cuiyu felt as if thousands of flying knives were piercing her body. Exposed by her troublesome brother, she would have preferred to smash her head against a wall or be sent back to the death row cell. It would have been better than being humiliated by him. "Are you done yet? Can't you see your sister is like this? All these years, the money you ate, drank, and even spent on drugs came from your sister's earnings. Have you let dogs eat your conscience?" Jiang Shuna was about to get into the car, but she was so angered by Zheng Xueren that she almost dragged her shackles and slapped him a few times. She and Zheng Cuiyu could be looked down upon by anyone, but not by this brother of hers, nor by those two inhum Other inhumane parents. "I... do you think I wanted to come pick her up? This slut learned to deal drugs, and she even made me, her brother, spend money to buy it back from others. You people despise this woman, yet you're all lecturing me. It's truly unfair." Zheng Xueren started cursing back. "Zheng Cuiyu, don't go with them. Come with me, we'll live together." Jiang Shuna felt that arguing with him was a waste of time. Such a person should just stink like dog excrement. "Okay, I'll go with you." Zheng Cuiyu pushed her mother's hand away and walked slowly, but resolutely, towards Jiang Shuna, dragging her shackles. "Girl, girl, don't be like this. You've had such a big incident, we really won't abandon you." Mother Zheng tried to pull her back several times from behind, but Zheng Cuiyu shook her off. "Keep your so-called good intentions to yourselves. The three of you are just here to watch my joke, right? To see me in handcuffs and shackles, just like a death row inmate, right? Besides the handcuffs and shackles, I have something else that you all don't know about, something that truly makes me wish I were dead. But I won't tell you, just guess. Your son is so capable, guess, guess!" Zheng Cuiyu walked faster and faster, reaching Jiang Shuna's side. Zheng Cuiyu's words made Jiang Shuna and Xin Lan'er, who had just settled into the car, break out in a cold sweat. If the matter of the "yin lock" being attached were to spread, they would truly be unable to live in this world. "You, you almost...?" Jiang Shuna was so nervous that she stammered. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I was just trying to anger them." Zheng Cuiyu also felt a pang of fear. If she had really slipped up, the consequences would have been unimaginable. But the small ball of the yin lock was rolling ceaselessly within her [unmentionable area]. Especially after walking a bit faster, it made her feel an unbearable itchiness, even surpassing the pain from the shackles on her ankles. "Are you okay?" Jiang Shuna, seeing the strange expression on Zheng Cuiyu's face, asked urgently. "I'm fine, just feeling upset. Why did I end up with such a family?" Zheng Cuiyu suppressed wave after wave of urges, forcing a bitter smile. "Do you still remember what you once said? We can control our lives, but we can't choose our parents, right?" Jiang Shuna recalled a previous conversation. "Yes." Zheng Cuiyu looked up and sighed. The sky was still the same sky, but it seemed to have darkened, and even the wind blowing on her skin felt so cold. "Since we can't choose and can't accept it, let it go." Jiang Shuna advised. At this moment, she could already feel Zheng Cuiyu's sorrow, a sorrow ten times more unbearable than wearing handcuffs and shackles, a despair so profound that even the unspeakable yin lock couldn't suppress it. "Let go? I tried to let go, but will they?" She turned to look at the three people standing still. "As long as you are willing, what is there to fear from them?" Jiang Shuna looked at the current situation. In fact, it was no different from Zheng Cuiyu's. Especially with that yin lock, how would she even bring herself to speak to her brother about it? "Heh heh, let's go. No matter how difficult it is, we have to live. I'm hungry. Can your brother treat me to a meal?" Zheng Cuiyu shivered, her arms trembling.

The carriage fell silent again, leaving only the sounds of breathing and heartbeats. "Bai Jing, your place is quite nice," Huang Wei remarked, looking at the eight-story elevator building in a high-end residential area by the sea in Yuezhou. *Thank goodness for the elevator,* she thought, *otherwise, with six people handcuffed and shackled, and chained together, climbing the stairs would be an excruciating memory.* "Instructor, this house was allocated during the demolition and relocation. We couldn't afford to buy it," Bai Jing explained, stepping out last, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. "A 'demolition second-generation,' that's still good. Better than us who are starting from scratch and have to work our way up to buy a house," Huang Wei said, genuinely envious. Her salary was already five figures, yet she still had to take out a twenty-year loan for a small two-bedroom apartment. "We're considered on the lower end. My parents left for the city to work early, and their land was divided among my uncles. We only got two units because of the old homestead. My relatives, each of them has three or five properties. Selling just one would be enough for me to earn for decades," Bai Jing confessed, looking up at the building before them, her spirits deflated. "Let's go up." Bai Jing led the way. Although the six of them were chained together, they had formed two groups. Huang Wei followed behind Bai Jing. Liu Jie, in the middle, became the last in line, pulled by those on either side as they entered the elevator. "Rest well. I'll pick you up first thing tomorrow morning." Song Yuan stood at the entrance, not following them up. He had considered going up, but since Bai Jing hadn't invited him, he felt it would be impolite to ask. However, Bai Jing had given him the apartment number, just in case he couldn't find them tomorrow and started knocking on random doors. If the neighbors found out she was in handcuffs and shackles now, she'd become infamous. "Then you should head back," Huang Wei said, her hands cuffed to her sides. She had to lift her wrists to give a perfunctory wave. The elevator doors slowly closed. Without the two security guards watching, the six of them finally began to truly relax. "Bai Jing, your parents won't think anything of this, will they?" Cheng Lin asked nervously. As she shifted her body, the black shackles on her ankles clanged against the stainless-steel wall of the elevator. "I'll explain for everyone. Don't worry." Bai Jing's face turned bright red. She honestly didn't know how to start. "What's there to think about? It's just handcuffs and shackles," Ye Man said nonchalantly. She twisted her body, moving her hands to her navel and adjusting her white shirt. "You're so carefree. If people see us like this, they might say something," Liu Jie retorted, annoyed. "People have mouths, and we can't stop them from talking. Besides, if you want to stop them, you'd have to reach their faces, and you can't even do that with your hands," Ye Man shot back. "You two, stop arguing. If Bai Jing's parents ask, I'll explain for you, alright?" Huang Wei intervened. They say three women can make a lot of noise, and now with six women chained together, the drama tonight was unlikely to stop. Before, with Gao Lan as an antagonist, they could at least coordinate their positions. Now, without a common enemy, internal conflict seemed inevitable. Huang Wei furrowed her brows at the thought. This was a high-speed elevator, and in less than a minute, they reached the eighth floor. The six of them stepped out of the elevator, the clanking of their shackles of varying weights creating a considerable racket. "Oh, who are you looking for?" The door opposite the elevator opened, and a middle-aged woman peeked out. "Aunt Feng, it's me." Bai Jing, being the first into the elevator, was the last to exit. "Xiao Jing, you, what's wrong?" Feng Shuzhen looked at her face, which seemed unusual. The girl rarely blushed. Her gaze then dropped, and she saw the silver stainless-steel chain around Bai Jing's waist, and her wrists cuffed to her sides. Not only that, but a chain from Bai Jing's waist was connected to the waist of the strikingly beautiful girl next to her. Looking further down, she saw Bai Jing wearing black high heels and flesh-colored stockings covering her small feet, with two dark iron rings shackling her ankles, connected by another black chain. "Aunt Feng, it's nothing. I'm fine, we're all fine." Bai Jing noticed her surprise and her face grew even redder, a feverish blush spreading as sweat beaded on her forehead. "You haven't gotten into trouble, have you? Those handcuffs and shackles look like what criminals wear on TV," Feng Shuzhen guessed, instinctively shrinking back into her house, leaving only half her face visible. "No, Aunt Feng. If we were criminals, how could we be coming home? We'd already be locked up in jail," Bai Jing tried to explain, but even she didn't believe her own words. "Yes, you're right. You're not all escaping from prison, are you?" Feng Shuzhen now left the door ajar, her voice trembling as she spoke from inside. "Aunt Feng, we're all chained together. It's hard enough to walk, how could we escape?" Bai Jing was surprised by Feng Shuzhen's fear and wasn't sure whether to continue. The other five were genuinely taken aback that they had been discovered by a neighbor before even entering the apartment. They couldn't say much and could only let Bai Jing handle the situation. "Bai Jing, hurry up and ring the doorbell. Let's go inside," Cheng Lin nudged Bai Jing's waist with her finger. "Yes, Bai Jing, let's go inside," Huang Wei chimed in. With handcuffs and shackles on, explaining with words alone wouldn't suffice. "Aunt Feng, I'm going in now." Bai Jing politely greeted her. However, Feng Shuzhen had already shut the door tightly, locked it, and was nervously reaching for her phone to call the police. Bai Jing dragged her shackles to her own door. The doorbell was on the side, about shoulder height. Her hands were cuffed and she couldn't reach it, so she had to lower her head and bump it. "Ding-dong, ding-dong..." The doorbell rang for over a minute. There was no response from inside, and the door was tightly shut.

"Sister, don't talk about me, those handcuffs on your wrist are too scary. The death of the security chief has been investigated, why haven't they taken them off you?" Cong Qiaoling asked, full of confusion. "The Legal Department said the person who originally put the handcuffs on me died of illness, and no one can operate the machine, so these handcuffs have never been able to be opened," Cong Sen said dejectedly. After hearing this news, he tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. The thought that kept flashing in his mind was the miserable image of him wearing these handcuffs until death. If it weren't for Hu Ke and the others staying by his side, he would have been so desperate he would have wanted to end it all. "You believe them just like that?" Cong Qiaoling exclaimed in surprise. "Who else can I believe? I can't just find a way to open the handcuffs myself," Cong Sen sighed. "I heard that Prosecutor Zheng from our city's Legal Department has died. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to get out of the detention center. Now that he's dead, everyone has scattered. No one is targeting us anymore, what are you afraid of? We can figure it out ourselves," Cong Qiaoling encouraged him. "Yes, you have a point, but let's still contact Senior Brother and consult him," Cong Sen was still hesitant. "What's there to consult? Didn't they say they could break them but just lacked the conditions? If we find a way to open the handcuffs ourselves, it's like helping them solve a problem," Cong Qiaoling objected. "Qiaoling is right, we shouldn't bother Fan Ya with everything," Mother Cong also came over. "I agree too!" Father Cong came out of the room, heard them talking, and chimed in. Seeing that they had formed a united front, Cong Sen couldn't object and could only nod. "It's just that if the Legal Department can't do anything, can we open them?" "Sister, these handcuffs of yours are old-fashioned brass handcuffs. As long as you can get a hydraulic shear, you can snap them off in one go," Cong Qiaoling said. "Hydraulic shear, we bought one before!" Mother Cong remembered that she had bought it specifically to take down the birdcage. "Mom, that won't work!" Cong Sen shook his head. If it couldn't even cut through such thin titanium alloy, let alone such thick copper rings. "I think it's better to buy a chisel and see if we can knock off the rivets," Father Cong suggested. "That sounds reliable. Old man, hurry up and go buy one," Mother Cong said. "What about the fire department? They should have the most complete set of tools," Cong Sen suddenly thought of this. "Forget the fire department. Besides the handcuffs, you're also wearing shackles. If they mistake you for a fugitive, they'll call the police, and that will be a whole new pile of trouble," Mother Cong repeatedly shook her head. "Your mother is right. If we can do it ourselves, we should try to bother others as little as possible," Father Cong also objected. Cong Sen always felt that his parents' ideas were too naive. He knew that when they were smashing the rivets of the handcuffs, they used a hydraulic press, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as immense force. If it were as simple as using a chisel to remove the rivets, the Legal Department would have sent someone over long ago. However, he couldn't say this to them and could only watch as his father put on his clothes and hurried downstairs. "How about we go shopping?" Cong Sen changed the subject.

"Ah..." Lu Yating let out a scream of pain. The hammer strike had been slightly off, most of the force landing on the iron ring, and her ankle felt as if it had been shattered. "See? Distracted by talking, you missed," the female security guard sneered, then delivered a second blow. This time, the rivet was successfully flattened. "You, you..." Lu Yating knew she had done it on purpose, gritting her teeth, unable to speak further. "What 'you'? What, you haven't had enough pain yet?" The female security guard produced another rivet. "I was wrong!" Tears streamed down Lu Yating's face. "That's more like it. You know you broke the law and you don't have the right attitude. That won't do." The female security guard delivered the final blow, making it less painful for her. "Come, let's do the other foot." Lu Yating's teeth ached so much she thought they would break. She moved her foot out of the mold and placed her right foot in. The female security guard found playing with her boring. Both rivets had been hammered in with brutal precision. "Let's see which handcuffs would be good for you," the female security guard rummaged through the box of handcuffs. Seeing the silver-white handcuffs on Guo Caidie's wrists, Lu Yating knew she couldn't escape. She could only pray inwardly for a pair of ordinary handcuffs. The female security guard seemed to hear her plea and finally chose a pair of black iron handcuffs. They had an antique design, but against her fair skin, they looked quite striking. The cuffs were fitted around her wrists and then secured with three rivets. The leg irons and handcuffs were then chained together, forming a set of connected restraints. "You can walk a couple of laps too," the female security guard said, stretching her arm, feeling a bit tired. "Senior sister, let me take over for you," a younger female security guard approached. "No need, I'll be fine after a few minutes' rest." Hammering leg irons might look simple, but it required skill. If the hammer missed its mark, it could crush the prisoner's toes. The younger female security guard was merely being polite. Her gaze then shifted to Lu Yating. Despite walking slowly, Lu Yating had been holding the chain in her hand from the start, so her ankles weren't bearing the weight of the leg irons, and the pain wasn't as severe. However, the thought of having caused a death, of potentially facing execution alongside Guo Caidie to atone for the prosecutor Zheng, struck her with such despair that each step felt incredibly heavy. "It's, it's my turn, right?" Bai Annie asked.

"I know!" Cong Qiaoling, wearing flesh-colored stockings and black high heels, her shackles dragging on the ground as if she wasn't wearing them at all. The three of them followed, emerging from the house. By this time, those who worked had already left, and the only people in the neighborhood were elderly people out for a stroll. And then there were unemployed youths like Huang Mao. Huang Mao had been beaten by Xiong Dazhuang last time and had been hospitalized for two weeks. His testicles had almost been kicked to pieces. Only after his body had recovered somewhat did he leave his home, only to run into them again. "Just sent off five, and now three more have arrived." Huang Mao watched their backs, illuminated by the sun, appearing so translucent they might as well have been naked. Their white bras were visible, the indentations left by the straps clearly discernible, one wider, the three narrower. Although he enjoyed the view, Huang Mao no longer dared to provoke them, fearing he might run into Xiong Dazhuang again. If that happened, his testicles would surely be kicked to pieces, leaving him with only the option of going to the hospital to have his penis cut off. He followed at a distance, then noticed that three of them were actually wearing connected shackles. Seen from the side, the cuffs were digging into their flesh, and with every step, two of them winced, their buttocks twitching slightly from the pain. Clearly, they hadn't been wearing them for long, and the shackles were black, but the cuffs had white dots. Upon closer inspection, they were riveted. In his memory, only death row inmates wore such riveted shackles. However, after what had happened before, he knew that nothing was absolute. That busty woman's hands had been cuffed like that, yet she had still managed to open them and move as if normal. Huang Mao quickened his pace, wanting to see their faces. Unexpectedly, as the three walked, they turned a slight corner and headed towards the small plaza. Huang Mao, afraid of being discovered, had to slow his steps, widening the distance again. "Damn, here they come again." Two old ladies walked over, glancing at the three. "This time they're wearing connected shackles, different from before," the silver-haired old lady said. "What's different? It's worse than having them on both sides, this looks more frightening," the half-black, half-white old lady said. "It looks like they're riveted on. Could they have committed a capital offense?" The silver-haired old lady was quite observant.

"I have my ID," Qin Ying said, handing it over. This wasn't a matter for the security guards, and after a glance, she returned it to Qin Ying. Feeling a pang of frustration, she produced a pair of six-kilogram shackles. The center featured three iron rods, each eight centimeters long and five centimeters in diameter, connected by a chain. The total length, including the chain, was barely thirty centimeters. The iron rings on either side resembled bamboo brush holders with their bases sawn off, standing ten centimeters tall and fifteen millimeters thick. The shackles clanked heavily as they were placed on the floor, making Qin Ying's heart pound. Her face instantly turned pale. "Officer, we both worked in telephone debt collection. Why did Zhao Zixun get such light shackles, but mine are so different?" As the metal clasped around her ankle, she couldn't help but ask. "This is not for you to question. Accept what you are given," the officer retorted with a glare. "Officer, I've studied the law. If this is your personal decision, I will file a complaint against you," Qin Ying, indignant at her words, challenged her. "You, a criminal, dare to lecture me?" The officer's fury ignited. She stood up abruptly, reaching into her pocket and retrieving a specialized three-ball gag. **Chapter 33** "What are you doing?" Liu Xiangli's voice cut through the air just as the officer was about to pry open Qin Ying's mouth to insert the gag. "Senior sister, she's disobeying orders," the officer immediately accused her. "We must enforce the law civilly. Have you forgotten the regulations?" Liu Xiangli pushed the officer's hand down, then pulled Qin Ying aside, ensuring she wouldn't interfere with the officer applying shackles to the next person, Shen Chen. As the iron rings closed around her ankle, Qin Ying felt waves of sharp pain against her skin. Her high heels, with their thin, stiletto heels, caused the chain to lift the iron rods off the ground. This meant the metal rings dug into her skin as if a dull knife were slicing into flesh. Standing was agony; walking would be unbearable. Liu Xiangli pulled, forcing Qin Ying to lift her heel and drag the shackles behind her. The pain made her clench her fists, her knuckles digging into her flesh, while cold sweat poured from her. "We are performing our duty. We hope you understand," Liu Xiangli said, dabbing sweat from Qin Ying's brow with a tissue. "I just don't understand why my shackles are so heavy. Zhao Zixun's were so light," Qin Ying, resigned to her fate, was determined to get an answer. "Don't forget, you were the team leader, and she was one of your subordinates. You earned more than she did, so your crime is naturally considered more serious," Liu Xiangli stated, having reviewed the files. "Officer, what you say is true, but I earned that money through hard work. It's normal for the company to pay me more," Qin Ying argued. "That's exactly it. The money the company paid you was made from the blood and tears of debtors. Don't you feel any guilt or shame for taking it? How many people died because of the extra money you earned compared to Zhao Zixun? Don't tell me you don't know," Liu Xiangli pressed, her tone stern as Qin Ying remained defiant. Qin Ying lowered her head, unable to respond. "Go, put on the handcuffs over there," Liu Xiangli commanded. Qin Ying, dragging her shackles with a scraping sound, approached the female officer. The officer had clearly overheard the argument. Reaching into a box, she produced a plank-style handcuff. Qin Ying's eyes widened. She had never seen handcuffs that resembled the wooden cangues from historical dramas. The four onlookers were also taken aback. These handcuffs looked like a three-centimeter-thick oval copper plate, hollowed out in the center to create two wrist-sized openings. The female officer inserted a key into the central lock and turned it twice. Gripping the sides, she pulled, splitting the central ring in half. It was then connected by thin rods at the top and bottom. She then twisted Qin Ying's arms behind her back, bending them upwards until her fingers nearly touched her hair. She inserted her wrists into the openings, back of the hand to back of the hand, and clicked them shut. Qin Ying's arms felt glued to her back, completely immobilized. The four onlookers gasped. The restraints placed on Kou Yingying, who had been beaten to death, were far less severe than these. If she wore these for a few days, her arms would be permanently crippled. The assistant walked over, escorting Qin Ying to the adjacent room to join Zhao Zixun and Lu Linxuan.

Kou Yingying, seeing that they had all made up their minds, could only force a bitter smile, wondering if Zhong Jingqiu would react the same way as Bai Xuecen had just now. Shen Chen, with a heart as dead as ashes, dragged her shackled feet towards the female security officer. If her feet were shackled like this, there was no way her hands would be free. Her guess was correct. This time, the security officer was giving her special treatment, directly fitting her with a neck and hand restraint imported from overseas. A five-centimeter steel ring encircled her neck, and a twenty-centimeter steel rod extended from it, with a steel ring of the same width at the end locking her hands. As soon as Shen Chen put it on, she felt like she couldn't straighten her back. She had to hunch over, letting her hands hang down as much as possible. This was slightly more comfortable, preventing the edges of the steel ring from digging into her neck. "Sister Shen, what is this?" As soon as she entered, the three people in the room were stunned. "We're not here to compare misery, stop looking," Shen Chen suppressed her tears. The leg shackles meant she could only shuffle five centimeters with each step. The three-meter distance from the door to the sofa took her nearly five minutes. This speed was probably not much faster than a snail, and certainly slower than a turtle crawling. Liu Xiangli had been too busy talking with Tian Erru and the others to notice. By the time she saw Shen Chen wearing the neck and hand restraint, it was too late. "Why did you put this on her?" She walked over, took the key from the female security officer's hand, then rummaged through a box and took out a pair of handcuffs similar to the ones on Shen Chen's feet. "Leader, you didn't say I couldn't put it on earlier," the female security officer said aggrievedly. "Alright, I'm not criticizing you. This is specifically for their top executives, and she hasn't reached that level yet," Liu Xiangli explained, then turned and went to the reception room. As soon as Liu Xiangli entered, the four people in the room noticed the metal rings on her hands. Shen Chen and Lu Linxuan were indifferent; their wrists already hurt from wearing them. Qin Ying's plate restraints, while not heavy, were in the most uncomfortable position, and she didn't feel much. Only Zhao Zixun, her ample breasts heaving with each breath, was clearly frightened. Liu Xiangli walked up to Shen Chen and used the key to release her hands and neck. Shen Chen then realized this was meant for her. However, before she could even rub her cuffed wrists, Liu Xiangli twisted her arms behind her back. Her left arm was bent backward and held horizontally above her, while her right arm was placed at her waist. The steel rings clicked shut, locking them in place. This position did force her back to straighten, and not only that, but both her arms were like Qin Ying's. She couldn't move them at all. Her shoulders felt like they were tearing apart, and the pain caused cold sweat to pour down her face, soaking her shirt and revealing the white bra underneath. The straps had shifted, and the two white marks left by the prolonged constriction were visible. "Officer, how long do you plan to keep us handcuffed?" Shen Chen asked through gritted teeth. "That depends on the progress of the case. If the economic investigation goes smoothly, you'll be transferred in a day or two. If not, it could be as long as a week," Liu Xiangli stated truthfully. "Officer, if Qin Ying and I stay like this for more than three days, our arms might be ruined. Could you at least change ours to be like Lu Linxuan's?" Shen Chen pleaded. "Don't even think about it. Rest assured, we've tested it. You can wear this for a month without any problems," Liu Xiangli said with a cold laugh and closed the door. "President Shen, she's not telling the truth, is she?" Qin Ying's tears could no longer be held back, flowing silently down her cheeks. Shen Chen nodded in pain. A wave of despair washed over her, causing even this woman who considered herself strong to break down. She stared blankly at the ceiling.