After the tenth lightning bolt struck Zhang Fengxi, Jiang Muchen was no longer able to look.
In their youth, he loathed Zhang Fengxi for his cruelty towards his Little Uncle, whose own gentle nature fueled his resentment. Yet, a shared history of battles and losses forged a grudging bond between them.
Ultimately, it was Xie Jianyu's passing that truly united them in their grief, a catalyst not just for their reconciliation but for collective mourning.
If Xie Jianyu knew that he, Jiang Muchen, was in charge of overseeing Zhang Fengxi's punishment, would Xie Jianyu come to hate him...?
"... Ninety-nine."
Another scream shredded the silence, but this time, devoid of the earlier vigor. It rasped, a hollow echo escaping a shell robbed of its strength, like a candle's flicker before snuffing out.
Jiang Muchen turned to look at Zhang Fengxi as soon as the brutal punishment ended.
"Zhang Fengxi!!!"
