The two assassins they had caught were tougher than they imagined. The guards at the dungeon used various methods to get them to speak, but it yielded no result. However, that did not affect Clint's good mood. He and Zhang Heng were now sitting in the guard room, munching on a freshly baked suckling pig, listening to the screams from the torture room at the end of the corridor.
"Interesting!" Clint put down his knife and fork. "I don't think Altrus would have thought that after he was assassinated, I'd be the one to help him track down the killer."
Clint thought that Zhang Heng would not speak to him. The latter had not said anything since he came down to the dungeon, sitting there alone with his eyes closed. No one knew what was going on in his mind.
