The liveliest wining and dining venue on the back street housed the most frightening torture chamber in all of Dawei, a fact unknown to everyone.
Imprisoned here were those guilty of the most heinous crimes, each bearing countless blood debts. They spent their days in this dark, sunless place like years, crying out to the heavens that did not respond and to the earth that did not listen.
They called this place — the Eighteenth Level of Hell.
Enveloped in a pitch-black cloak, Xiao Pingfeng walked in, while those at the door wearing fanged masks all knelt down on both knees.
Without turning his head, he walked further inside, passing many cells. The evil-doers reaching out their hands for help hid in corners upon seeing him, daring not to make a sound.
There was no other reason except that he was the master of this place. Every criminal that passed through his hands bore extreme fear towards him.
"Master, we have arrived," the palace attendant said respectfully.
