Amidst Men Jia's harrowing screams, he was beaten until his face was black and blue. His so-called aristocratic, high-and-mighty attitude had been replaced by pure terror.
He never expected Zhao Feng would actually dare to have him beaten. Zhao Feng clearly didn't care about Fusu's status, let alone his identity as a member of the Men Family.
Zhao Feng only spoke once Men Jia's pained cries had become weak and breathless. "Enough."
At his command, the trusted aides slowly stopped.
"If you were really sent by Fusu, then he, as the Eldest Imperial Son, is truly unqualified. Go back and tell Fusu that if he seeks revenge, he knows where to find me."
"If you weren't sent by Fusu, then tell the person who's pulling your strings that I'll be waiting."
Zhao Feng spoke coldly to Men Jia, then waved his hand. "Throw him out."
"Yes, sir." The trusted aides showed no courtesy. They simply carried the battered Men Jia out and tossed him beyond the camp's perimeter.
