Lu Chengwen understood the moment he arrived at the heavenly prison.
The ancestor had just mentioned Jiang Yuanzheng as a roundabout reminder of just how deep Tianwu's cooperation with the Jiang Family went.
It might have been deeper than he had imagined.
A bastard like Jiang Yuanzheng treated money more dearly than his own ancestral tablets. When it came to making money, he would definitely charge to the front and give it everything he had.
In the death cell, Lu Chengwen mulled over these complicated relationships, interests, grudges, and asset entanglements.
Before long, Long Aotian arrived, and Zhao Ritian arrived too.
Zhao Ritian was completely confused and asked Lu Chengwen what exactly was going on. Lu Chengwen said it was nothing. Zhao Ritian said, if it was nothing, why were they in a death cell instead of a guest room?
Lu Chengwen said, "A death cell is a guest room."
Zhao Ritian did not understand, but he accepted it.
Of those dozen or so people, many had been interrogated until they cried. They were only released in the middle of the night, and all of them were thrown into the death cell.
People were released one after another, and all of them were thrown into the death cell.
The dozen or so people sat in a spacious cell, their morale low.
Tang Xiaohao lay in the corner, his whole body hurting terribly.
That group had not intended to seriously injure Tang Xiaohao. It had been pure torture, purely... making him hurt, making him feel "good," making him suffer so badly he wished he were dead, making him "feel good" enough to ascend to heaven.
But they just would not let him die.
Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian were gathered near the door, quietly discussing something.
Lu Chengwen's voice was