"I've handed the people over to you. Get me results as soon as possible. Although they are disaster victims, they were also born of parents. They can't just die unjustly like this."

Shen Lian snapped his fingers, and more than a dozen Imperial Guards rushed over and carried Liu Zongmin and Li Guo over.

The flames were blazing beneath the large cauldron.

The red-hot branding irons and red-hot iron rods were blindingly bright.

The heat was overwhelming.

“This guy is pretty fat, probably full of the people’s ill-gotten gains.” Shen Lian pointed at Liu Zongmin, “Let’s start with him, let’s use red-hot iron rods and branding irons on him first.”

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly sprang into action.

One by one, red-hot branding irons and one by one, red-hot iron rods were pulled out from the bottom of the pot.

Several imperial guards, carrying branding irons and iron rods, approached Liu Zongmin.

Since Li Chuang was killed in the bombing, Liu Zongmin, Li Guo and others have been like people who have lost their leader.

Their hearts had already broken down.

As the iron rods and branding irons drew closer and closer.

Liu Zongmin screamed in terror.

He was already covered in burns from the raging fire, and Liu Zongmin was in so much pain that he felt like he was dying.

If they were tormented by these dozen or so branding irons and iron rods, it would be even more unbearable.

"Spare us, spare us! Ask us whatever you want!"

"As long as you don't torture me, I will tell you everything I know."

Upon hearing this, Shen Lian snorted coldly: "A coward."

"How many spies are there inside and outside the city? How did they infiltrate?"

Before Shen Lian could finish speaking, a disaster victim not far away suddenly knelt down on the ground: "Sir, I confess and I will be treated leniently. Can you spare my life?"