Before long, the screams inside stopped.
The interrogation room door opened a crack, and Du Chun's grim face appeared. He called out to those outside, "Bring in a few life-saving pills!"
An attendant immediately acknowledged the order and hurried inside with a medicine bottle.
A few minutes later, once the medicine had taken effect and Song Xu had regained a little strength, another round of screams and dull thuds rang out from the interrogation room. This time, however, the sounds were punctuated by desperate pleas.
The cycle repeated three or four times.
At last, the sounds inside dwindled to intermittent moans, faint as a thread.
Only then did Du Chun pull the door open and stride out, looking refreshed. He straightened his slightly rumpled collar and nodded to Yu Lei.
"Don't worry. I left him breathing. He won't die."
He wiped his hands and gave a cold snort, his tone full of disdain.
"Hmph. There are always fools who think that after spending a few years scavenging in the Wilderness Zone and wrestling a few brainless beasts, they're invincible and the strongest under heaven."
"Then they go and call themselves 'Wilderness Martial Artists.' What a joke."
Yu Lei understood and invited Du Chun and Chen Yan's mother and son into an empty office next door. He briefly recounted all the information Song Xu had revealed.
Du Qionghua furrowed her delicate brows as she listened. "Dad, have you ever offended that Miao Ye? Otherwise, why would he pay someone to target Xiao Yan specifically?"
"He's a little nobody with declining vitality, no hope of ever reaching the professional level. What right does he have to think I'd bother offending him?"
Du Chun's words were full of swagger. Several peacekeepers passing outside the office glanced over, their eyes filled with awe.
Even