At Feng Haiyuan's words, the faces of everyone in the cell darkened.
Kill a few people for his amusement? The old devil actually had the gall to say it. Even if they had the power, they could never agree to such a thing in front of so many people.
Liu Chongyue rolled up his sleeves on the spot, his knuckles cracking as he said:
"Feng Haiyuan, do you think you're still at the Nine Evil Sect's headquarters? This is South City Prison, not the Blood Altar of you lunatics!"
Feng Haiyuan leaned against the wall, tangled hair covering half his face. His cracked lips moved, then curled into a grin. "So what?"
"If you want to pry something out of my mouth, you'll have to show some sincerity."
"Without something in it for me, well, I don't have many faults, but I do have a stubborn mouth."
He raised his wrists, bound in Black-Iron Chains, and the chains rattled.
"Or how about one of you comes in and plays with me?"
Liu Chongyue's face twitched, and he lifted a foot to step forward.
Li Shaoan reached out to stop him. "Attendant Li, don't be rash. Master Jingyuan gave us instructions. The man must not die."
Liu Chongyue turned and glared at him, replying bluntly, "I wasn't planning to kill him."
Su Wanning held her round fan before her lips, laughing until she trembled like a spray of blossoms. "Listen to you, Attendant Wang. The way you smashed that stone stool just now hardly looked like you only wanted a friendly chat."
Liu Chongyue swept her a cold glance. "Su Wanning, make one more snide remark, and see if I don't shut your mouth first."
"Oh my, just what you'd expect of a Wang Family Attendant. How fierce! Chief Yi, you