In the courtyard.
Huang Houqi and An Heng were sitting on the wooden chairs in the pavilion, with about four or five elite disciples standing behind them.
Around them were more than a dozen disciples, craning their necks to watch.
They formed a circle, with You Xiaozhong sprawled in the center, lying limp on the ground like a dead dog.
At this time, Ji Rucheng had interrogated You Xiaozhong and reported the results to both Huang Houqi and An Heng.
"You mean this fat man looks sly, but inside he has some backbone! He refuses to reveal the formula even if it costs his life?" Huang Houqi looked at the trembling Ji Rucheng, his face displeased.
Ji Rucheng had lost the Qi-Blood powder three times, not to mention he couldn't extract any useful information from the defenseless You Xiaozhong.
"Enough. If you can't get anything, just stop trying." Huang Houqi impatiently waved his hand, dismissing Ji Rucheng.
