"Ah... Ah... I've said everything... Ah..."
The flickering flames illuminated the dark prison cell, as the pitiful wails akin to a pig being slaughtered echoed incessantly.
Yang Ge sat in the duty room of the jail, browsing through the freshly compiled confession statements from corrupt officials. The embroidery of a chained ox on his garment seemed to come to life under the flickering flames, cold and ferocious.
"My lord,"
Qin, with his hands covered in blood, bowed as he entered, cupping his fists and speaking in a low voice, "They all bit hard, pushing everything onto the Jiangzhe Provincial Administration Commission when asked anything..."
Yang Ge gave him a sidelong glance.
Qin quickly lowered his head.
Yang Ge withdrew his gaze and picked out two statements from the pile on the desk, laying them in front of him, "These two were excessive. Break through on the smuggling aspect... I'll take the blame if they die!"
