What kind of human hell was unfolding before them?
Every prisoner was writhing on the floor, covered in blood. They looked as if they'd just been fished out of a pool of blood!
Meanwhile, the guards were rubbing their fists, ready to attack the prisoners!
Bing Chacha sucked in a sharp breath!
His gaze swept across the scene. Chong Daqiang and Wang Youzhi were covered in blood, both looking ready to cry. Samo and Borden were drenched in iron juice, too!
Blood was smeared all over the floor of the enormous bathhouse. Not a single prisoner could get back to his feet!
And the guards were still about to attack!
Bing Chacha cried out anxiously, "Stop! Stop right now! Good grief! Have you all lost your minds?"
"I told you to hit them hard, but not that hard! What are we supposed to tell Warden Youming if you beat every prisoner to death?"
Ye Hua and the others were just about to attack when Bing Chacha burst through the door and stopped them!
Ye Hua froze.
"Lord Bing Chacha?"
What did he mean, they'd hit them too hard?
We've spent the last half hour getting beaten up. We'd only just gotten ready to hit back, and now we're not allowed?
Who's supposed to be beating whom to death here?!
But when Ye Hua looked at the prisoners scattered across the bathhouse, his expression suddenly stiffened.
The prisoners were covered in blood, all of them sprawled about. The guards, meanwhile, had little more than bruises and a few broken bones...
It really did look like the guards had beaten the prisoners into bloody messes.
Ye Hua broke into a cold sweat!
But that wasn't what happened at all, damn it!
The guards had been getting beaten for half an hour. The