"Splash!"
Half a bucket of freezing well water was dashed across the bandit leader's face. The damp, moldy stench seeping from the dungeon walls mixed with the sharp scent of blood, assaulting his nostrils. Zha Zhongping gripped a pair of iron pliers, the tips still clamping half a bloody fingernail.
"Brother, don't waste your energy, I confess to everything!" The bandit leader's chained body convulsed twice, his festering ankles dragging bloody streaks across the gray bricks. He suddenly grinned, baring a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Robbing government silver, burning the granaries, slaughtering Li Village—whatever charges you present, this humble one will press his thumbprint! Truly, any crime you name, I will admit to, I will take the fall for!"
Chapter 87