Xiao Wu was bound tightly to the torture post with iron chains. His clothes were already soaked in blood and torn to shreds, and his body was covered in countless wounds.
His entire body was a bloody mess, his disheveled hair plastered to his forehead. His face was smeared with blood, and his eyes were bloodshot. The arrogance and ruthlessness that had once filled his gaze were long gone, leaving only exhaustion and stubbornness.
Judging by his appearance, he had clearly received a thorough round of "hospitality" from Li Kun.
Li Kun pointed at Xiao Wu and spoke with a hint of helplessness.
"Centurion Su, look at Xiao Wu now. I exhausted every punishment last night, but he still refuses to talk."
Su Fei walked slowly up to Xiao Wu and looked down at him. He released none of a martial artist's oppressive aura, yet the atmosphere throughout the high-security torture chamber instantly grew solemn.
Sensing Su Fei's gaze, Xiao Wu raised his head with difficulty. When he saw Su Fei, the corners of his mouth pulled into a weak smile, and his voice was hoarse.
"Su Fei, even if you kill me, I won't talk. The Purple-Robed Tower won't let you off."
Su Fei's expression remained calm as he looked Xiao Wu straight in the eyes.
"Oh, you really are a hard bone to crack. But one of my favorite things is making hard bones like you talk."
Looking at Xiao Wu's blood-smeared face, Su Fei slowly instructed Li Kun beside him.
"Centurion Li, find another place in the Heavenly Prison, a room without any light or the slightest sound. Lock Xiao Wu inside. Don't give him any food or water. Just keep him locked up."
He paused, then added.
"You needn't worry about him dying, either. He was