Capital City, Dongchang Yamen, and inside the prison.

Chen Tong slowly blew the tea, blew away the heat and the tea leaves floating on the tea soup, and then took a sip. He felt that the hot tea soup entered his throat, bitter and fragrant, and it returned to sweetness when it entered his throat. The taste was wonderful, and his whole body became warm, making the heavy snow outside that had been falling for two consecutive days seem less severe and biting.

Opposite Chen Tong, two men were tied to torture tools. The white prison uniform had been dyed red by blood. The old blood was black, and the fresh blood was still bright red. They were mixed with each other. Combined with the moisture and rotten smell of mold in the prison, the environment was absolutely not comfortable.

The brothers Lin Huaizhang and Lin Huaiyu, with disheveled hair, lowered their heads. If they hadn't had their chests slightly fluctuated, it proved that they were still alive. Anyone who saw them would only think that these were two corpses.

Hu Fei stood aside and took on the executioner himself. Now that he stopped using the torture, he poured tea for Chen Tong happily and served him carefully.

"It's almost half a month since you arrested you. You have had enough of the hardships in these ten days. This commander also comes to see you once a day. Why are you still unwilling to speak up?"

Chen Tong's plain words did not bring any reaction from the brothers Lin Huaizhang and Lin Huaiyu. Seeing this, Hu Fei looked ferocious and picked up the whip and whipped them with two whips.

Hu Fei's methods are very skillful. The whip is impartially hitting the acupoints of the two men's shoulders, which can make people feel pain and not cause too much injury.

Sure enough, two whips were followed by the shrill screams of Lin Huaizhang and Lin Huaiyu.

Lin Huaiyu raised her head, stared at Chen Tong fiercely, and said weakly but extremely resentful: "Do you only have such skills?? I'm not happy enough, uncle! Come again!"

The long-term torture made Lin Huaiyu, who was already more rebellious, even more paranoid. At this moment, he only had a huge hatred left in his heart, killing all the hatred of the Jinyiwei.

Chen Tong raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Lin Huaiyu and said, "The torture methods are the East Factory, and what you have seen now is just the superficial ones. If this commander didn't think it would be useful to keep you, do you think you still have the opportunity and strength to speak now?"

Lin Huaiyu sneered and was about to speak, but an Jinyiwei came hurriedly, and the sound of footsteps interrupted him.

The Jinyiwei leaned into Chen Tong's ear and said something, but Chen Tong immediately got up and walked out.

A moment later, Chen Tong returned, and a young man wearing a soap-green cloth robe and a marten cloak.

The young man has an ordinary appearance and his facial features can only be said to be average, but there is a gentle and mature smell in his eyebrows and eyes, giving people a very gentle and sense of security. He is the type that is definitely a favorable person at first sight.

This person is Zhou Changshou.

As soon as Zhou Changshou entered the prison, he frowned by the pungent and unpleasant smell.

Seeing this, Chen Tong smiled and said, "If Brother Zhou is coming, I'll send someone to inform you in advance. I'll ask someone to pick you up. It's snowing outside. I heard that Brother Zhou is better than the cold. Don't catch a cold anymore. If you have something to interrogate, will I arrange another place?"

Zhou Changshou took off the cloak on his body, shook off the snowflakes and ice residue on it, and smiled and said, "There is no need to be such a trouble. It's only a moment of effort to get tired of the commander."
Chapter completed!