Everyone had searched desperately for Wu Zhiyun, looking everywhere and turning over every corner, yet they had found nothing. In the end, they had actually found him in the interrogation chamber of White Mist Continent's prison—the very prison Wu Zhiyun had once overseen the construction of.
But although Wu Zhiyun was still alive, all four of his limbs had been cut off.
Moreover, judging from the scene, they had started at his fingers and slowly cut upward, piece by piece, all the way to his shoulders.
Everyone was horrified to the bone. What kind of person could use such a vicious method?
What kind of blood feud was this?
After finally reviving Wu Zhiyun, he said weakly, "These utterly heartless bastards wanted me to come forward and testify against Chief Fang... No matter what, I'm the Hall Master of the Garrison Hall. How could I be forced to submit by cruel torture?"
When he saw his subordinates coming to rescue him, he knew the matter was over. Yet when he said this, there was actually a hint of pride in his voice.
Everyone fell silent.
They were deeply impressed.
That was how he put it, but... could an ordinary person withstand such torture?
Absolutely not! Yet Wu Zhiyun had endured it by sheer force, making it impossible not to admire him. There were only a handful of such iron men in the world.
Wu Zhiyun drank a few mouthfuls of water and took some pills, but naturally, they had no Rebirth Pill. He could only lie on the bed like a ball of flesh.
His spirits had nevertheless lifted, and he smiled. "I've been rescued, so it looks like Chief Fang's situation must have taken a turn for the better, right? How is it? Where is Chief Fang now? I