"Think you can get away?"
The jailer in charge of the handover sneered. Four Soul Rings-three yellow and one purple-instantly rose from beneath his feet as he transformed into a humanoid black leopard and lunged forward.
He struck Yu Xiaogang twice each in the chest, abdomen, back, and lower back.
Yu Xiaogang first felt a stab of pain through his body. Then, like a deflated ball, he crumpled to the ground and passed out.
Just like that, Yu Xiaogang's Soul Power was crippled.
"Go, take him to Cell No. 11 on the lowest level. Have Scar and his men take good care of him. Remember, don't kill him. I still need to question him tomorrow morning."
"Also, remember to have Scar splash him awake with cold water beforehand, so he knows the consequences of offending Lord Xuan Jian."
"Treat his face while you're at it. It's so swollen he can't even speak. If Scar and his gang put him through more, I'm afraid he'll never be able to speak again."
When Yu Xiaogang was splashed awake with cold water, he discovered that his face no longer hurt as much. The swelling around his mouth had also subsided, and he could speak again.
At that moment, two jailers supported Yu Xiaogang on either side. The jailer who had crippled him earlier walked ahead, leading them through door after door as waves of bloody stench assailed them. The farther in they went, the darker and more sinister it became. Even the dim yellow candlelight along the corridor seemed cold.
"What are you doing? Let me go! I'm Yu Xiaogang, a friend of your Holiness the Pope! If you know what's good for you, let me out right now... I want to see her..."
Yu Xiaogang was terrified, not only because he could