Akiyama Youshi gritted his teeth, looking at Wu Tian. "Do whatever you want! Even if you use all Twelve Great Tortures on me—flaying, waist-chopping, dismemberment by chariots, the five punishments, death by a thousand cuts, hanging, and boiling—I will not beg for mercy! Nor will I disclose anything about the scabbard! Don't even think about it... I am a Fusang, a glorious and noble Fusang! A true Fusang would rather die than submit!"
Wu Tian couldn't listen anymore. Akiyama Youshi had spent his time brainwashing others; little did he know that he himself was the one most severely brainwashed. Wu Tian sneered and snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, Akiyama Youshi found his mouth opening against his will.
"The scabbard... I have already handed it over to the Chief Minister."
His consciousness was clear, but his body was no longer under his control.
How could this be?
"What kind of person do you think I am?" Wu Tian suddenly asked.
