"Hey, Ya, why bother? People like Lu Jicheng are inherently vicious and cunning like a fox. Being caught by you, he's certainly bearing a grudge. If you go there..."
Zhao Ya smiled upon hearing this, "Lord Governor, rest assured. Even when he wasn't injured, he was no match for me. And now, being imprisoned, I'm curious to see what he has to say to me."
Having heard Zhao Ya say this, Shang Jingchuan couldn't persuade further and had to order someone to lead Zhao Ya to the cell.
Criminals as heinous as Lu Jicheng are confined in the most tightly guarded death row cells.
When Zhao Ya entered this death row cell, he was hit by an overwhelming stench.
Though torches were lit inside, it was still dim. The long lack of airflow had left the ground damp and moldy, sticky and repulsive as you stepped on it.
In this setting, a person covered in wounds was lying quietly on the ground.
