According to prison custom, newly arrived death row inmates are always subjected to a round of torment until they submit. However, Feng Xueya is quite a tough nut to crack without yielding.
"What should we do?" I frowned and asked him.
My colleague looked at me with a mocking gaze, and I suddenly realized, "Increase the punishment."
Feng Xueya grew silent, his pitch-black eyes staring at people like dark abysses. My colleague was disturbed by it, while Feng Xueya became defiant.
"Do you have children? Do you know the price of them?" Feng Xueya asked, not waiting for a response, he continued, "The child of a jailer is worth at most 10 grams of silver, and if they reach ten, not even a hundred pieces. Daughters... are more expensive."
His words and demeanor were terrifying. My colleague raised his whip to strike. Feng Xueya laughed, "When I kidnapped Huang Mengtong, she was not much different from your daughter."
"Her family thought they could fight me, so I slaughtered them all in front of her! It's laughable that she had to abandon her name and take the surname of her family's murderer, calling herself Feng Huanchao, hahaha!"
"Old man, you'd better kill me, don't let me walk out alive!"
When we finally stopped, Feng Xueya lay in a pool of blood and still had a faint breath.
My colleague, still seething with anger, seemed to remember the money, and said, "Let him live, don't let him off so easily."