A day later, less than four hours remained until the Myriad Spirits Garden secret realm in the Heavenly Capital opened.
Inside the cell in the tenement building, Master Kang had been relatively lucky that day. The senior officer from Fulong Pavilion in charge of interrogating him had only beaten him twice, once in the morning and once at noon. Nor had there been any new tortures during the interrogation; they were all old methods used the day before.
Still, two consecutive days of intensive interrogation had left this "big-time dealer," who had dominated the world of commerce, looking utterly wretched and miserable. None of the swagger he had displayed in the West Tower Bustling District remained. His physical body and divine soul had both been sealed, and not a single patch of visible skin remained intact. Even his hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, the little sea urchins under his arms, and the protective fuzz around his asshole had all been burned clean away...
Hairless from head to toe, he looked like a skinned baby rat. Covered in sores and burns, he barely looked human anymore.
Yet even now, Master Kang still had not handed over his sixteen Route Passes, much less betrayed his brothers by revealing the Chaos squad that had come to meet him!
His refusal to open his mouth, however, was not because he could take a beating or possessed extraordinary loyalty. His head was simply much clearer than his younger brother's, and he had more on his mind.
Although Master Kang had obtained those sixteen Route Passes through his clan's influence, he knew exactly how they had been acquired. Initially, the Kang Clan had only intended to buy Route Passes within the faction circles they knew. But after asking around, they discovered an unwritten rule behind the distribution of