Chapter 111: Young Master's Dark Humor

Five days later, in the basement of a tea house. Six half-naked men were suspended from iron racks by chains, their muscular torsos crisscrossed with wounds. They lifted their heads, glaring hatefully at Jayden standing before them, and at Tina who sat behind him, leisurely sipping her tea. "So you still don't want to talk?" Jayden's voice was eerily calm as he spoke the cruel words, sprinkling a fine powder on their wounds. The concoction, masterfully crafted by their young master, would cause excruciating pain, as if thousands of insects were gnawing at their flesh. The six men had already begun to shiver in agony, cold sweat pouring down like rain, washing the blood and powder over their upper bodies. With mouths agape but unable to scream, the pain eating at them like vermin left their eyes rolling back in near unconsciousness. Just as they were about to pass out, Jayden would inject a needle into their body, forcing them to stay awake and endure the inhuman torture. Tina final