Jiang Cheng considered himself a tough man. He thought that even if he couldn't endure all the tortures in the Xuanqing Guard, he could probably withstand at least half of them. But now he realized he'd taken things for granted. Forget the Xuanqing Guard's tortures—even the methods Pang Ban was using on him now almost broke him, nearly forcing him to cry out in pain.
He didn't know how much time had passed before that dreadful pain and itch inside his body slowly subsided and finally disappeared.
Only then did Jiang Cheng swallow the mouthful of blood in his mouth—all from biting his teeth to endure the pain just now.
Kneeling back into position, Jiang Cheng remained silent, waiting for Pang Ban to speak.
"Take this as a minor punishment—a warning. From now on, if anything touches upon the bottom line, you must get my permission first. Understand?"
