A grown man throwing a tantrum is truly an ugly sight.
Emperor Quan frowned and coldly spat out two words.
"Shut him up!"
With his mouth stuffed shut, Lu Youde was quickly dragged into the basement. The gag was removed, but the soundproofing was so good that neither heaven nor earth could hear his cries. He collapsed on the floor, suddenly looking a decade older. His once erect spine could no longer straighten, and he sniveled and wept as he begged Emperor Quan for mercy. In fact, he hadn't been touched yet, but he acted as if he'd been brutally cut into pieces.
Reality had come crashing down on him. He couldn't even bear to imagine the consequences. Shaking and feigning madness, he could do nothing else.
This basement wasn't as horrific as he had imagined - besides some weapons for training, there were no other signs of torture or terrifying objects. Just an empty room, so empty that it felt sinister...
