Chapitre 295: A War is Brewing

"AHHHHHH!"

The man's screams were echoing through the empty hallway. He lay on the floor in an X-shape, his limbs tied to four posts, stretching him far apart. There were two men standing above him. One of them was controlling the pulley to the ropes connecting the porky man's limbs to the poles. 

"Tell us the truth," the man holding the pulley demanded. "Who killed the old master?"

"I...I don't know!" the man on the floor claimed. "I swear!"

There was a turn of the pulley and the man screamed in agony as his limbs were being stretched far apart. He had been imprisoned in the private cell of the Lin's for the past month and they had inflicted all sorts of punishment on him. They had stripped him of his clothes and dignity. LArge lash marks were visible on his thick skin while his captors had also burnt their cigarette butts onto his flesh.