No one dared to approach him, nor did they dare to breathe too loudly.
The surroundings were so silent that only his steady and powerful footsteps could be heard.
The basement was very spacious, with various torture devices on the walls, and the room was divided into more than a dozen cells, as if they were a series of 'prisons.'
At this moment, the four members of the An Family were locked in one of these 'prisons.'
Shangguan Xiu, wielding a whip, walked into this iron-barred 'cell' with a dark expression on his face, heading straight for An Xiaodie.
An Xiaodie had just fought with her mother, and after the four family members were locked up here, they continued to argue. However, the more they argued, the less they could continue, because the fear of not being able to leave this place was greater than the need to squabble.
Little did they know, just as they stopped their quarrel, they saw Shangguan Xiu walk in with a grim face, brandishing the whip fiercely.
