The moon is bright, the stars are sparse, and the cold clouds are wisps.
The lights in the Rong family compound in Qishan were bright. Asher Gu sat at the lower table with a cup of tea in his hand. He took two sips slowly, his eyelids slightly drooped, listening to Young Master Rong interrogating the men who kidnapped Xuanxu.
"Uncle...Uncle, I'm telling you! Is that not enough? Ah------! Stop it! Stop it!"
There were ghostly cries and wolves howling in the hall. Several people were beaten like bloody gourds. They were no longer as tough as they were at the beginning. They all fell to the ground and begged for mercy.
"Stop." Chase Rong raised his hand and signaled with his eyes.
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