Gong Zhiyu nodded his head slightly and walked towards the direction that the burly man had pointed at.
Before he could reach the place, he heard an ear-piercing shriek. He gradually saw a slender figure sitting in a relaxed manner on the rocking chair in the dark underground cell. There was even a ferocious black leopard leaning at his foot.
And on the wall opposite him, a badly mutilated person was hanging upside down and two burly men were using their leather whips to hit the person.
"Young master Gong… I know my mistake… Please just end my life."
The person who was hanging upside down from the ceiling was covered in red, and the skin all over his body was almost peeling off and fell to the cold ground. Without his skin covering him, his flesh would rip with each hit from the leather whip. To make matters worse, the hooks on the whip had been applied with poison that made people foam at their mouths upon contact.
