Huo Qubing and his men have returned.

Huo Qubing was carrying Yuwen Tuo in his hand.

Li Guang's spear was impaled on Chen Leiting, whose face had been burned beyond recognition.

Chen Leiting is already half-dead.

Behind them were more than 3,000 guards from the residence of the junior Grand Secretary.

The group returned to the military camp.

Huo Qubing severed all of Yuwentuo's tendons in his hands and feet, then threw Yuwentuo to the ground.

Yuwen Tuo let out a series of screams: "You beasts, if you have the guts, just kill me! Give me a quick death!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Tian jumped off the carriage and went to Yuwen Tuo.

The waist tag hanging from Yuwen Tuo's waist looked to be of good quality.

Huo Qubing ripped off his waist token and presented it to Jiang Tian with both hands.

"Young Master, this person is one of yours." Jiang Tian looked at the words on the waist tag.

Upon hearing this, Pound trembled instantly.

"Lord Jiang, you must have misunderstood. Someone is trying to frame me. Lord Jiang, I reiterate, I am loyal to you and would never have any intention to harm you."

Jiang Tian slapped the waist token across Pang De's face: "You think I'd believe you? What kind of beast are you? I know perfectly well what you're made of."

Jiang Tian glanced at Chen Leiting, who was on the verge of death, and then at Yuwen Tuo, whose tendons in his hands and feet had been severed.

The air was filled with the smell of burning and gasoline.

"What burned Huo Qubing? How did he end up looking like this?" Jiang Tian pointed at Chen Leiting.