"Bring Liu Lei in directly."
Zhu Ying said in a deep voice.
Before long.
A sound of footsteps approached.
Liu Lei entered, carrying a middle-aged man in one hand. The man's arms and legs had been broken, and he hung there like a dead dog.
"Marquis."
"That place really was an assassin hideout. The brothers killed more than thirty well-trained assassins, every one of them highly skilled."
"This one was their leader."
Liu Lei threw the man in his hand onto the ground.
"Ah... ah..."
The assassin sprawled on the floor, letting out waves of agonized cries.
"Interrogate him." Zhu Ying was in no hurry as he spoke to Liu Lei.
"Tell us where you come from. If your answers are satisfactory, I'll let you die quickly."
"Otherwise, I don't mind letting you suffer a little."
Liu Lei crouched down and addressed the assassin leader.
"Kill me! If you have the guts, kill me!"
The assassin leader roared madly, seemingly unafraid of death.
Seeing this, Liu Lei did not indulge him.
He grabbed the assassin's left arm with one hand.
Then he bent back the man's little finger.
Crack.
"Ah!"
The assassin let out a pained scream.
But Liu Lei did not stop.
He broke another of the assassin's fingers, then bent it hard and crushed it.
"Ah..."
The entire hall echoed with screams.
Everyone in the hall had long been hardened by war. Even Xu Huizu had once followed his father onto the battlefield, so they remained utterly calm in the face of such torture.
In fact.
They even thought it was too lenient.
Who was Zhu Ying?
He was the Imperial Eldest Grandson of the Ming Dynasty. How could anything happen to him?
At last.
After Liu Lei had broken and crushed three of his fingers, the assassin