"I really don't know anything!" The Messenger Netherworld Envoy was suspended in the air, his body covered with whip marks, wailing in pain, "When Messengers meet, they all wear masks. We strictly adhere to the rules, and no one can see each other's true face. We must always maintain a sense of mystery, so I have never seen their true faces. I'm really not lying!"
"All these years, and you've never seen a single one?"
"No, really not!"
"Continue the beating!"
Slap slap slap!
The sound of whipping and screams echoed endlessly in the interrogation room, filling the ears.
"Prince, everyone who should be interrogated has been interrogated. The mastermind behind establishing the 'Netherworld' is indeed a meticulous person. Even the seven Messengers don't know each other's identities, each performing their duties with high loyalty to the King Yan," Mu Hongxuan reported respectfully as he walked out of the interrogation room.
"And those who donated incense?"
