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In the depths of Jin Yu Prefecture's government office, within the hall of justice, the smell of blood was so thick it couldn't be dispelled.
The charcoal fire burned brightly, branding irons emanated a terrifying red glow, and various torture instruments were neatly arranged, reflecting a cold metallic sheen.
Wang Xuan's expression was cold and stern as iron, holding a whip forged from the sacred fire of Jin Wu, its body entwined with a faint golden flame.
Every strike on the alien race generated an extremely piercing scream, while the smell of charred flesh instantly pervaded the entire hall of justice.
Coercion, inducement, intimidation, psychological attack... every possible method, Wang Xuan used them all.
"Will you speak or not!"
"Will you speak or not!"
