Pingyang Prefecture, the Thousand-household Office.
After practicing his swordsmanship for an hour, Lin Lang sat down to rest.
"Someone, summon Deputy Thousand-household Liu."
A little over seven minutes later, Liu Zhengfeng appeared before Lin Lang. "Sir, you wanted to see me?"
"Sit. How are the interrogations of those assassins going? Is anyone still refusing to talk?"
Liu Zhengfeng sat in the lower seat. "Under Hundred-household Jia's interrogation, none of them could keep their mouths shut. But many said they wanted to surrender and join the Jinyiwei."
The methods Jia Liu used in his interrogations secretly alarmed even an old hand in Jianghu like Liu Zhengfeng.
Compared with those, techniques like the Tendon-Splitting and Bone-Distorting Hand that Jianghu practitioners commonly used for interrogation were truly little witches before a great sorcerer.
Once the first person talked, the rest confessed one after another.
Not only did they reveal their respective martial arts legacies, they also disclosed all their hiding places. Wang Wu was leading men to search those places for "evidence."
"Surrender? In their dreams. Have them explain whom they killed, when, and how. Get every last detail, organize it, and send it to the Eastern Depot. These are all evidence of the Green Robe Tower's crimes."
He did not believe they would sincerely surrender. Even if they did, he had no use for them: they were too weak and difficult to manage.
Even if he accepted anyone's surrender, he would only take someone like Yu'er. Did this bunch of rough men think they were worthy?
Liu Zhengfeng hesitated. "Sir, this time we successfully drew the Green Robe Tower's attention toward Northern Shaolin, the Eastern Depot, and Dragon Guard Manor. But if we do it again, the Green Robe Tower will certainly notice something is wrong. Then we'll be in danger."
The