Eight hours later, inside a nearly sealed basement.
The basement was about fifty square meters, with all kinds of torture implements hanging from the walls. The ventilation fan on the ceiling turned slowly, but the heavy stench of blood still lingered in the basement.
Two mangled figures were hanging there. One of them had already completely lost his breath and become a corpse.
"I am Spike, a bishop of the Church... twenty... six years old, male..."
Spike's entire body was covered in bloody wounds as he hung suspended. Since both his arms had been severed, two iron hooks had been driven into the stumps.
To the people of the Eye of Los Zhiki, words like sympathy and mercy held no meaning. Completing missions, pledging loyalty to the Eye of Los Zhiki, and pledging loyalty to the Geya Alliance were more important than life itself.
Spike was a fanatic, but after being interrogated by an agent in the Eye of Los Zhiki named the Butcher, he had broken. He confessed to everything, including secretly watching his female neighbor bathe as a child and using his authority to have improper relationships with underage female believers. In the Sun Kingdom, a country with an almost obsessive concern for morality, the latter was a capital offense punishable by the whip.
The basement door was pushed open, and Su Xiao and Shalin entered the room.
"That's enough. Ask him whatever you want."
A man wearing a black hood and a rubber butcher's apron was wiping down the torture implements. He was the Butcher. He never revealed his face; only Laizon knew what he looked like.
Su Xiao sized up Spike, the bishop of the Sun Kingdom. The man's entire body was a bloody mess, clearly skinned alive. The fact that he hadn't died from blood