Bu Ersun insisted it was Lu Chengwen. It had to be Lu Chengwen.
But when asked how he knew, he couldn't offer a single coherent reason.
Strangely enough, Ugly Slave simply refused to torture Lu Chengwen. Not only that, he was actually very courteous to him.
Bu Ersun was helped out, trembling all over, his entire body drenched in sweat as he looked shakily at Ugly Slave.
His hatred boiled over. "You ugly freak! How dare you let your disciple do this to me! And these lackeys of yours—not one of them is any good! I'm telling my grandfather you tortured me without authorization!"
Ugly Slave ignored him and turned to leave. His movements were always so slow, like those of an elderly man nearing the end of his life. He carried an air of weathered hardship and crushing burdens that made him look particularly lonely and desolate.
Bu Ersun shoved aside the person supporting him and chased after Bu Ersun, cursing:
"Lu Chengwen is the traitor! Instead of interrogating him, you let your disciple beat me half to death! I'm talking to you! You sick bastard! Ugly freak! Filthy hunchback!"
Little Transparent grabbed Bu Ersun, furious and ready to hit him.
But Ugly Slave gently stopped Little Transparent. He turned around and looked calmly at Bu Ersun.
"You can call your grandfather."
"You can tell him everything that happened here. I kept the two Great Elders here precisely so they could witness all of this."
"Even your grandfather wouldn't dare call me a hunchback. There are very few people in the martial world who dare call me that. And the few with the nerve would never actually do it."
"Without my support, your grandfather would never even have become Vice President back then."
"If I were displeased, your grandfather