"I said it!"
Yan Chengping howled, his voice hoarse and grating from the excruciating pain, as though sandpaper were being rubbed frantically.
"I really said it!"
Yan Chengping practically cried out, his trembling finger pointing desperately ahead.
Where his fingertip pointed was precisely where that group of county office officials stood.
At that moment, he had only one thought: to be freed as soon as possible. He did not want to suffer any more physical torment.
"He ordered me to do it!"
Yan Chengping screamed himself hoarse, his eyes wide and bloodshot.
"Fu Songde!"
"It was him!"
Yan Chengping's voice echoed through the deathly silent air.
"That night, he went to the Feng Family with me!"
Yan Chengping spoke rapidly, as though afraid that if he did not finish, Liang Cheng would give him another vicious beating.
"Feng Jin, the Feng Family Head!"
"He died by Fu Songde's hand!"
"More than half of the Feng Family's treasure was taken by that demon Fu Songde!"
Every word seemed to have been squeezed out through Yan Chengping's clenched teeth, carrying deep hatred and fear.
Yan Chengping's words were like a heavy bomb, instantly stirring up towering waves among the county office officials.
The county office officials, who had been idling about moments ago, immediately turned pale as paper, their eyes filled with terror and panic.
Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions without a care for anything else, afraid that Yan Chengping's finger would point at them.
Some officials stumbled in panic and nearly fell, while others ran blindly into the people beside them without even stopping to apologize.
For a moment, the scene became a complete mess.
In the direction Yan Chengping pointed stood a middle-aged man in a yamen runner's uniform.
He was broad and burly, his