In the cold, damp County Office prison, the air reeked of mold and blood.
Wang Yu and a group of Zhang Family servants and maids huddled in a corner, their faces pale and their eyes filled with fear.
Ahead of them, several constables were viciously interrogating a few servants who had been dragged out separately.
The crack of whips and shrill cries for mercy drifted over from time to time, making those waiting in the back tremble all over.
Wang Yu hugged her knees tightly, her heart full of helplessness and fear.
She did not know what crime the Zhang Family had committed, nor did she know what fate awaited her.
Just then.
A somewhat hurried set of footsteps came from outside the cell corridor.
Wang Yuan appeared at the cell door.
His gaze swept swiftly across the dim prison, immediately locking onto his sister Wang Yu, curled up in the corner.
Seeing that she was terrified but did not seem to have been tortured, he felt somewhat relieved.
"Good thing I came just in time."
"Gentlemen, you've worked hard."
Wang Yuan stepped forward and cupped his hands toward the constables, his tone fairly courteous.
A young constable had already grown impatient with the interrogation. Seeing a half-grown boy come over to interrupt, he immediately widened his eyes and barked:
"Where did this brat come from?"
"Can't you see we're on duty?"
"Get lost! Everyone here is a serious criminal. You think you can see them just because you say so?"
Wang Yuan frowned slightly before he could speak.
However, an older, sharp-eyed veteran constable beside him reached out and stopped his younger colleague.
He carefully sized Wang Yuan up.
His gaze lingered especially on the training uniform bearing the words "Panshi Fist Academy."
"This little brother looks unfamiliar. Might