A bound guard was dragged over and thrown at Chu Yuxiao's feet.
Bending down coldly, Chu Yuxiao's foot pressed on his chest as he asked in a frosty voice, "Speak, who instructed you to do this? Cang Mo?"
The man glanced timidly at Chu Yuxiao, shivering as he replied, "No one instructed… Emperor, didn't you say, within the time of a cup of tea, kill a hundred people… Ah!"
The foot on his chest exerted slight pressure, causing his face to turn pale with pain.
"I'll give you one more chance. If you don't confess, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
His icy tone sent a shiver through the crowd around him.
No one doubted his words.
Even though he seldom spoke or committed violent acts, everyone feared him, a fear that arose from the depth of their hearts.
"I'll speak, I'll speak!" the man quickly pleaded.
This was not the time to be stubborn.
The Emperor had decided that he was under someone's command, and even if he wasn't, he had to admit it.
