In the North Region, in the endless snow and ice, sounds of torture could be heard from the Nangong family's dungeon!
In the dark dungeon, Nangong Ming was tied to an iron frame. His body was covered in traces of torture, and his wounds were shocking.
These days, he had been constantly tortured, constantly fainting, and constantly being woken up by cold water!
"Hehe, he is indeed the subordinate of that Qin bei guy! Your bones are tough!"
Opposite Nangong Ming, Wang bei was sitting on a chair, watching his subordinate interrogate Nangong Ming with great interest!
"Battle King Nangong, weren't you very arrogant before? Why? Why aren't you saying anything now?"
Wang bei stood proudly in front of Nangong Ming, occasionally using his remaining left hand to slap Nangong Ming's face.
He was filled with hatred!
A Governor-General! His face had long been swept to the ground!
His broken hand had long become the pain of his life!
