"Although this is the Imperial Prison, we still need to enforce the law humanely."
The prison director curiously asked, "What do you mean by 'humane'?"
Chen Mo replied earnestly, "We need to consider the suspect's capacity to endure, using the mildest possible interrogation methods. As the saying goes, law enforcement with warmth, iron rod with force... It's useless just to talk, let me demonstrate."
"One strike to the leg to prevent escape."
Bang!
The wolf fang club struck Chu Heng's right leg, instantly shattering the kneecap, turning it limp like a noodle.
"Ah..."
"Two strikes to the mouth to stop pleading."
Just as Chu Heng was about to cry out in pain, the next moment, the club swung to his mouth, teeth scattered on the ground, and the sharp spikes pierced his face into a bloody mess.
"A heavy blow to open the airway."
The club's head, carried by the whistling wind, hammered into Chu Heng's chest.
