At noon, the sun pierced through the thick clouds, forming a hole in the cotton-like cloud layer.
The underground interrogation room of the Imperial Guard Office was dark and gloomy, and the warm sunlight could not penetrate the cloud layer. Several oil lamps were still lit, casting a dim yellow glow inside.
Two men in short clothes were kneeling in the middle of the interrogation room. Around them were several shadow guards and torture instruments on both sides.
The variety of instruments was enough to send chills down one's spine.
The torture instruments in the Imperial Guard Office were no less than those in the Grand Court, if not even more.
The two men were foremen from the Granary Labor Camp. They were on their way to the Fragrant Pavilion for a drink when they were knocked out by someone.
When they woke up, they had already been brought here, not even knowing what this place was.
