Jiang Tian didn't believe that these slaps weren't driven by personal grudges.

After being slapped dozens of times, Murong Chui still hadn't woken up, but his face was already bright red and somewhat swollen.

The eunuch's hand was also numb from being hit, and it was completely red.

"My lord, what should we do? Could the general be dead?"

"Pour some cool water on him; if he dies, he won't wake up."

Upon hearing this, the eunuch next to him scurried away.

The eunuch was carrying two large buckets of water, which still contained ice crystals.

This is definitely cold water.

"Murong Chui, you beast, wake up!" The eunuch picked up a glass of cold water and was about to pour it on Murong Chui.

Jiang Tian slammed his hand on the table: "Drag Murong Chui out and then pour water on him. Do you want to make this entire study a wet mess?"

The eunuch nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Soon, two eunuchs came over. Each of them grabbed one of Murong Chui's arms, and at the same time, they grabbed Murong Chui's hair.

Murong Chui was dragged away like a dead pig.

We got outside.

Without hesitation, the two eunuchs slammed Murong Chui heavily to the ground.

The Rakshasa people were killing, setting fires, and abusing women in the palace.

What's most hateful is that these Russians subjected these physically disabled eunuchs to extreme humiliation.

All the eunuchs knew that all the misfortunes they had suffered were because of Murong Chui.

Once outside, several eunuchs took turns coming over and punching and kicking Murong Chui.