On a high platform at the side of the refugee camp, a few tents that clearly looked more gorgeous and spacious were especially eye-catching. Pei Qian was leaning against a large round chair and slowly fiddling with a bowl of clear chicken soup.
He didn't look up. He pretended not to see the miserable state of the man tied to the pillar less than ten steps away from him.
This northern barbarian was the accomplice of the three people who were killed by Gu Erlang.
He had been brought back to be interrogated.
"I didn't expect you to be so tight-lipped!" Pei Qian took two sips of chicken soup before looking up slightly in satisfaction. He looked at the man, who barely had any flesh left on his arm but still remained silent, and couldn't help but smile.
