Before long, Feng ate dinner while looking at the heavily bound, bearded brute in front of him.
"Tell me your name, and what those nail-related ninjutsu of yours are about."
He turned his head and glanced at him as he spoke, then immediately turned back to continue eating.
"My lord, I know I was wrong. I... I was a thief for the first time.
My family was truly struggling, and I had no choice. I was confused for a moment.
Please, my lord, show mercy and give me a chance to turn over a new leaf."
The thief's voice was tense, and he kept sneaking glances at Feng as he spoke.
But after talking for so long, he had not said a single thing useful to Feng.
"Drag him aside and beat him. Don't kill him. Bring him back after I finish eating."
Feng frowned at once, somewhat displeased, and casually gave the order.
The man was clearly trying to play games with him. Given Feng's status, was there any need for him to waste words on a thief?
So as soon as he finished speaking, the samurai beside him immediately obeyed.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Soon, the sound of someone being beaten came from the corner.
Faint muffled groans could be heard as well. Clearly, the beaten man's mouth had been gagged.
About a quarter of an hour later, Feng had finished dinner and was wiping his mouth.
The thief, now bruised and swollen with one arm and one leg broken, was dragged before him.
"My lord, spare me! Please spare me, my lord!
Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you everything I know."
After being viciously beaten, the thief had finally recognized reality.
"Mm, much better. Wouldn't it have been better if you had been this obedient