This is the mistake that young people are most likely to make.

But while we may be understanding, sending them to prison is another matter entirely.

As dawn broke, five of Zhang Yuan's fingernails had already been pulled out, causing him to scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Accustomed to having delicate skin, it screamed more pitifully than anyone else when its penis was touched.

He Liming was eating breakfast on the side. His breakfast consisted of steamed buns and porridge, with some meat and a little wine.

The stove in the prison was burning brightly, making it warm and cozy.

The outer door was opened, and three more people were brought in. These three were all only eighteen or nineteen years old, and each of them had a strong scholarly air about them. When they saw He Liming sitting at the table wolfing down his food, they showed deep disdain.

They despise military men like He Liming the most.

He said that the way he ate breakfast was extremely vulgar and uncivilized.

"You butchers! Executioners! If you have the guts, then kill me!"

One of the young men, Cai Wen, had a tough and unyielding look on his face. He was tied to a wooden stake and roared loudly at the cold-faced Imperial Guards.

After finishing his steamed bun and drinking the wine in his bowl, He Liming gently placed the bowl on the table, then stood up, walked over, and slashed Cai Wen's neck with his knife. The sharp crescent-shaped blade instantly severed his neck.

Cai Wen's expression froze. He never expected He Liming to attack so suddenly. They were students of the Imperial Academy!

Killing Cai Wen was as easy for He Liming as killing a chicken; he said calmly, "Such a cheap request, I'd feel bad if I didn't grant it!"