One day later.
In the prison, it was like the wailing of infernal ghosts, resounding continuously.
Even after enduring all forms of brutal torture, the survivors of the attackers still insisted that the current Crown Prince was the one backing them.
Hearing this, Xie Shihuan and others were somewhat skeptical.
"Still dare to argue, what kind of person is the Crown Prince, would he need to send you to assassinate that Lord!" Xie Shihuan said angrily, grabbing a spiked whip and mercilessly lashing at the survivors.
Their bodies were already a mess of flesh and blood, and their screams gradually weakened.
In this hell, after being tortured for a day, even a martial artist's body could hardly endure.
Not far behind Xie Shihuan stood Lu Zheng and Song Changming, resembling two guardian deities.
Nowadays, Song Changming, through his continual impressive performances, had gradually earned the trust and attention of General Director Xie Shihuan.
