This person looks familiar, have I seen him somewhere before?
Ye Haochuan looked at the man tied to the stake, his heart skipped a beat, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure out who this person was.
"Spit!"
At this time, the middle-aged man in his forties tied to the stake and being tormented spat fiercely at the person holding the branding iron.
"Brother Jiuren, here's the stuff you asked for."
The person holding a wooden bucket handed it over to the one with the branding iron.
"Hmm, just put it there."
The guy called Jiuren nodded, indicating for him to put down the bucket.
"Brother Jiuren, Master Bai said you have half an hour more; if you can't get it out by then, he'll come to ask himself."
The man with the wooden bucket placed it by his feet, then turned and left. Just before exiting, he turned back to say this, and without waiting for Jiuren's reply, closed the door.
"What?"
