Outside Anshan City, in a secluded small house, two or three people were gathered together. Beside them, there were also two or three twisted corpses, their faces contorted in extreme pain, clearly having suffered inhuman torture before death.
"These ants dared to resist?" Zuo Hong sneered, his eyes filled with disdain.
The few corpses on the ground were all his handiwork.
There were Martial Artists and Awakeners.
The original plan was to give them a painless death after interrogation. Who knew they would be so uncooperative, either not speaking or attempting to escape, forcing him to make them suffer.
Wu Fei shook his head off to the side, saying nothing, and then looked at Li Yan, "Brother Li, based on what these people described, I feel that the guy named Li Ping seems to be more suspicious?"
"That's right."
Li Yan nodded.
They had interrogated a few people consecutively, gathering many details.
