Bennett huddled in a corner of the prison cell on the icy-cold floor. He was covered in wounds, so he had no idea which parts of him were in pain and which parts were intact.
However, he was already numb to this pain. His heart was as cold as his body. That fear of losing everything even covered the pain from his body.
He'd never thought he would end up in this pathetic state. He only wanted to get a hot pot recipe from a small restaurant's employee.
But he had lost his gambling dens and brothels because of that, and even got himself imprisoned.
The Gray Temple knew everything—those fellows who were buried in the backyard and the forbidden magical drugs that were sold in the past years. All the previous deeds were dug up, and the testimonies were all written down in black and white, which he had to confess to.
Those subordinates who always acted loyal and trustworthy all loosened their lips at the hands of the Gray Temple.
