A moment later, I saw Zhan Gaoda slowly take a white handkerchief from his sleeve and gently wipe his cheek. His expression was gloomy and uncertain, yet his entire body trembled slightly with excitement!
At that moment, Zhan Jiada's heart pounded wildly, and anger nearly overwhelmed him. Yet a voice in his heart kept reminding him to retain the last shred of reason!
The prison guards nearby, even the archers, were drenched in sweat. They did not dare meet Zhan Jiada's gaze and stood off to the side like wooden statues!
Zhan Jiada slowly raised his head and looked at Sheng Yuanqing. His face was in pain, but it could not hide his smile. His voice seemed to come from hell as he said coldly, "Let me do it!"
Upon hearing him, a nearby prison guard swiftly removed the branding iron from Sheng Yuanqing's chest. Sheng Yuanqing's entire face immediately twisted up, and his head dropped heavily!
The prison guard did not pause at all. He stood by the furnace and observed it briefly, then unceremoniously clamped onto one of the hottest branding irons. Carefully, he handed it to Zhan Gaoda. He quickly picked up another pair of tongs, ready to deal with any accident that might occur.
Fortunately, Zhan Gaoda did not seem to have lost his mind. He carefully took the branding iron with the tongs and slowly walked over to Sheng Yuanqing, whose head was already hanging low.
Xiong Baizhou, who was in the room, noticed that the branding iron in Zhan Gaoda's hand was a different color from the previous two—and much hotter! His brow twitched several times, and cold sweat broke out in his heart. He thought grimly, Xiao Sheng, don't worry. I'll make them pay for all of this!
With a swish, Zhan Gaoda