"Run, why don't you run, weren't you good at running..."
Sadistic, gleeful laughter accompanied by chilling screams, something utterly inhumane was clearly occurring here.
Outside the city, nestling by the mountains and rivers, within a sprawling estate.
Mr. Xie's hands were bound together, suspended from a beam, at least a foot off the ground. His clothes had been stripped, leaving only his inner garments, hair disheveled, his face bruised and swollen, the blood on his mouth had long caked into black.
His body was covered in whip marks, especially his front and back, not a single patch of unscathed skin could be found. His heels were also worn to shreds, likely from dragging on the ground; this was plain evidence of inhuman torture.
He had already fainted several times but had been brought to consciousness each time by the others.
Ye Mi Yuan was a theft officer, skilled in interrogation techniques, capable of inflicting extreme pain without fatal consequences.
