Then Qing Chen ordered his men to take the father and daughter into a "torture chamber" in the old mayor's house.
He looked around, a cold smile curling his lips. "It really is baffling. You'll spill the truth in the end anyway, so why do people insist on being so contemptible? Why must you first taste the suffering of the flesh?
"Do you think you two are tough men with iron bones, tempered by water and fire? You should both be familiar with this place. The way I see it, your bones are only porcelain."
At his order, two enforcers pushed the old mayor forward. The wire on the iron frame had already been heated until it was scalding.
The instant they pressed the old mayor's arm against it, a sizzle rang out. Flesh met hot iron, and the old mayor gave a muffled groan of pain, cold sweat instantly covering his forehead.
The wire bit into his shoulders. Blood dripped down the iron frame, gathering in a small puddle on the floor.
Two other enforcers carried Chen Zhu'er in. She stumbled as soon as her feet touched the ground.
Her outer skirt had long since been shredded by the flying sword, leaving only a white silk undergarment, its fabric so thin that the whip marks on her body showed through.
The enforcers bound her wrists to an iron hook overhead. With a pull of the rope, her entire body was hoisted into the air.
With a pair of pale yellow Cloud-Treading Shoes on her feet, she looked particularly frail and helpless.
Qing Chen did not rush to torture her. Instead, he took a small jade bottle from inside his robes and poured out a little pale green ointment.
He walked up to Chen Zhu'er, dabbed some ointment onto his