"Are you going to confess or not!"
There was a huge cross uprighted in the dark cellar.
Meanwhile, a man wearing costly-looking clothes was tied up on the cross. His face burnt with slap marks, while there were visible bumps on his head.
Young Shopkeeper Song held the whip in his hands and stood in front of the man. From time to time, he would slap the man or give him a hard punch on his head.
"Ha, you impudent son of a b*tch. How dare you impersonate His Highness Shen Ao in front of me!?
"I doubt you can ever guess—I actually know His Highness Shen Ao on a personal basis! In fact, I even fought with him, and both of us couldn't decipher who the winner was!
"His Highness' powers and looks are extraordinary, and none in this country can compare to his disposition! How can you—the son of a b*tch—dare to impersonate him?
"Let's be honest here—you better own up and tell me your motives now, so you can suffer less!"
