Xiao Hongchen was locked to the Dragon-Stripping Pillar, the interrogation instrument, and his once-delicate features had long since twisted into a complex collection of negative emotions.
Resentment, violent rage, and a trace of incomprehension...
He glared viciously at the middle-aged man with venomous eyes and began cursing angrily, but every single curse he uttered was erased by the Sound-Dampening Soul Tool on his body.
By this moment, Xiao Hongchen already understood that all of this was the other party's conspiracy.
The various displays of respect the middle-aged man had shown earlier were nothing more than a disguise, and their sole purpose had been to lure him here.
Now, with his Soul Power restrained by the handcuffs, he could only let others carve him up as they pleased.
Yet he did not understand-even if the Royal Family Disciplinary Team took him away, how could they actually dare to torture him? Did they not fear the retaliation of the Hongchen Family?
Another Soul Emperor powerhouse looked at Xiao Hongchen with keen interest, the corners of his mouth lifting into an evil, grinning sneer.
"If you ask me, even without hearing the screams, just watching his expression is quite interesting."
A Soul King team member smiled and nodded in agreement. "Indeed, Second Brother. I never noticed before that a person's expression could be so fascinating."
"Don't blame us. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for provoking someone you shouldn't have, Chen Xiaohong."
"Heh, to think a grown man would actually choose such a name."
Chen Xiaohong?
Who was Chen Xiaohong?
Xiao Hongchen raged, "My name is Xiao Hongchen, you lot..."
No one could hear his voice; the Sound-Dampening Soul Tool silently did its work.
Huo Yuhao, hearing this sentence from within another interrogation room, could not help raising his eyebrows as