Those ministers who were once arrogant and overbearing were now disheveled and in a sorry state. Their clothes were rags, stained with filth and dried blood, and their eyes revealed endless fear and despair.
However, I had no time to dwell on their miserable appearance; I had to extract the truth from them.
"Do you know your crimes?" I asked sharply, my gaze like a torch as I stared coldly at the people in the prison cell.
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