Chu Yang carried Chu Feihan up on his back and walked out of the prison cell. He saw that Zhuge Yunshan was blowing his top right now.
"What is going on here?" Zhuge Yunshan had lost all face and respect. As a ten thousand years old big Clan, they actually did this kind of thing. Treating a prisoner this way was definitely not the way to be.
The person had already been captured. What was the point of such cruel torture? Furthermore, he was a relative of Chu Yang. This could have been a bargaining chip in critical junctures. What kind of bargaining chip could it be, after you had tortured him so much? It would only aggravate the situation and do nothing good!
"What happened to the wounds and injuries of Third Master Chu?" Zhuge Yunshan asked furiously.
The prison guards bowed down and their entire body was trembling. The perspiration was dripping drop by drop down their faces. They stammered, not daring to say any words.
