The guards outside the door were discussing the man tied to the interrogation chair. They were filled with awe, having never seen anyone endure so much.
No matter how cruel the torture, his resolve remained unshaken. It was terrifying.
What they didn't know was that the man inside had already regained consciousness. His only thought was to survive and get out. His little ancestor was still waiting for him at home.
"Open the door. Is the person inside awake? The effects of the paralyzing drugs are wearing off. The Second Young Master asked me to give him another injection."
The two guards looked suspiciously at a man in a white doctor's coat approaching. It was the first time they'd heard of anyone coming to give the prisoner an injection.
Still, it made sense. Without the injection, it would be hard to keep such a powerful man restrained.
