Zhou Mikang was confined alone in a room of about twenty square meters, a table and three chairs being the only furnishings within.
Here, there were no human rights; drinking water and eating were timed and rationed. Eating was manageable, but how could drinking water be timed and rationed?
Fortunately, thanks to special training, temporary lack of water wouldn't cause too much hardship. Zhou Mikang sat quietly, eyes closed, resting his mind. After entering, he had been bombarded for sixteen hours straight.
He hadn't broken yet, but the shift workers had given in before him; he guessed they were currently meeting with Duke Zhou. With no bed around, this was the only way he could rest and gather strength.
Guarding outside were two men in their twenties, one fat and one thin.
"I wonder when we'll get to make a move. I get itchy hands just looking at him," the thin man said, barely able to hide his eagerness.
