"Eunuch... dog..." Yet, after hearing Mr. Wang's words, Mr. Fang still used his last bit of strength to gasp out the sentence, "You won't die a good death..."
Mr. Wang listened to these words, but his face remained serene as ever.
He took another sip of tea before speaking leisurely, "Mr. Fang is loyal to the emperor and patriotic, with a backbone of steel, truly a pillar of talent." He paused, "Someone, come..."
"Present." Before he even finished speaking, someone already stepped forward in response.
"Peel off Mr. Fang's skin, slice his flesh off piece by piece, let those tough bones of his get some air." Mr. Wang issued this order with the casual tone one might use to ask someone to fry a dish of vegetables.
"Yes." And those guards of his, having apparently grown accustomed to such commands, began to carry them out with their usual unaffected demeanor.
They did not avoid anything, right there in the sunlight of the drill ground, they slaughtered Mr. Fang like livestock.
