The deepest part of the Prison Cell.
This place lay deep underground, specially designed for interrogating and holding serious criminals. It was layered with barriers and equipped with torture instruments capable of suppressing Mystic Power. Mystic Masters would find it impossible to escape once inside, though Mystic Grandmasters might still have a chance of forcing their way out.
Fan Lang had arranged everything beforehand and transferred everyone away, leaving the area below completely empty. He brought Cheng Naixin here and strolled through the narrow passageway, giving her time to look around.
Cheng Naixin looked terrified, her large eyes darting back and forth. Prison Cells lined both sides of the passage, separated by pitch-black iron bars. Even just looking at them felt stifling, let alone being locked inside.
At the end of the passage stood a heavy Iron Gate. Fan Lang took out a key and opened it. Beyond it was an Interrogation Room, larger than the Prison Cells and fully furnished with all kinds of torture instruments. Some hung on the walls, while others rested on racks. Every instrument was stained with blood—blood from different people.
This was the darkest side of the City Lord's Mansion.
Power was always accompanied by bloodshed.
Fan Lang brought Cheng Naixin into the Interrogation Room. When the Iron Gate shut, it made a merciless sound that caused Cheng Naixin to shudder.
Fear was brewing, growing richer and stronger, and that was precisely what Fan Lang wanted. He did not like bullying women, but he had no other choice. Only extreme fear could unearth the treasure hidden within Cheng Naixin's body. This was important to both him and Cheng Naixin.
Fan Lang walked over to the wall, where a set of shackles was attached. Once someone was cuffed in them, they could only spread their