Dukang Prefecture, Zuifeng Pavilion.
Jiang Ming took Liang the drunkard to his brothel...
This drunkard Liang had only been to the city once when he was young, and had never been to a brothel before.
Although it was almost dawn, with the first light of day appearing in the east, the brothel was already deserted and quiet.
But it still brought a great visual shock to Liang the Drunkard!
The country bumpkin wandered around, gazing at the luxurious interior, utterly overwhelmed and somewhat dizzy...
"Lord Jiang, is this the brothel?"
"Um!"
Jiang Ming smiled and patted his shoulder, saying, "Do you like it? If you do... I'll bring you here often in the future."
"Okay, okay! Great!"
Liang, the drunkard, nodded excitedly: "Just, don't let my wife know..."
Upon seeing Jiang Ming arrive, the pimp immediately knelt down respectfully: "Lord Jiang, Young Master Luo is still asleep in his room. We kept a close watch this time and didn't let him leave..."
"Um!"
Jiang Ming nodded in satisfaction and asked, "Are there any secluded rooms in this Drunken Phoenix Pavilion that are well-soundproofed, or even a cellar?"
Upon hearing Jiang Ming mention the word "cellar," the pimp's eyes darted around, and he dared not meet Jiang Ming's gaze.
As a special forces soldier, Jiang Ming had an unparalleled grasp of psychological micro-expressions...
He smiled slightly, pointed at Liang the Drunkard, and introduced him to the pimp: "See this knife in this guy's hand? It's called a castration knife, used to castrate those dishonest bastards who hide their conversations with their masters!"
Upon hearing this, the pimp shuddered violently, and large beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.
"Reporting to Lord Jiang, I dare not conceal anything!"
The pimp hurriedly said, "This Drunken Phoenix Pavilion has... it has..."
What is it?
"There's a special place, specifically used to discipline disobedient women..."
"Oh...take me to see it!"
"Lord Jiang!"
The pimp crawled forward on his knees, looking at Jiang Ming with a sincere expression, and said, "Lord Jiang, you are my new master, and I will definitely be loyal to you. I will tell you everything I know! That place not only has instruments of torture for women, but also... and a poor soul!"
"Oh? What poor soul?" Jiang Ming asked with a smile.
The pimp said, "He was a student from our Dukang County who went to the capital to take the imperial examination two years ago. He was very learned, especially skilled in poetry and prose... That young man had his eyes gouged out, his tongue cut out, and his legs broken by Dong Shan. He was left with only one hand that could write. He was extremely pitiful..."
"Hiss~!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ming gasped in shock!
Dong Shan's inhuman level once again shattered Jiang Ming's imagination!
Originally, he thought... the poems that Dong Shan used to fool Jin Feng might have been written by Young Master Luo, or perhaps he paid someone to write them for him.
I never imagined... that the truth would be like this!
"So, all the poems written by Dong Shan were actually written by him?"
"Um!"
The pimp nodded: "Dong Shan didn't deaf him, just so he could hear the questions. He'd be fed if he answered correctly, and tortured if he didn't..."
Where are his family members?
"My family doesn't know..."
The pimp replied, "Perhaps they were all killed by Dong Shan."
"Take me to see this!"
Following the pimp, Jiang Ming went to a secret underground room in the backyard of Zuifeng Pavilion.
This underground chamber is quite elaborately constructed; it doesn't resemble a prison.
It's more like... a "leopard house" that caters to the special fetishes of certain powerful and wealthy people.
Once inside, Jiang Ming saw wooden donkeys, dog chains, ruyi beds... and all sorts of so-called "torture instruments" that he couldn't name, specifically designed to torture women.
At the end of the underground corridor, there was a dimly lit cell. After opening the cell door, just as the pimp had said, there was a young man inside who had his eyes gouged out, was disheveled, had crippled legs, and was as thin as a rake.
Jiang Ming frowned as he looked at him, his heart pounding... How much suffering had this guy endured here!
Jin Feng, that rascal, prefers poems about brothers and sisters, love and romance—all nonsense.
In the next life, enduring such suffering here, one must still write those delicate and poignant poems...
The physical and psychological torment involved is simply unimaginable!
"Young Master Xu..."
The pimp stepped forward, his face full of pity and sympathy, and said, "Your bad days are over. Dong Shan has been eliminated by Lord Jiang, and Lord Jiang has come to save you..."
Upon hearing this, Young Master Xu trembled, the iron chains binding him rattling loudly. He immediately twisted his body, making a gesture as if to kowtow, uttering incoherent 'woo-li-wa-la' sounds...
But his legs were ruined, so he could only lie down and kowtow.
"Over here, over here..."
Young Master Xu couldn't see and couldn't find his way, so the pimp helped guide him...
Only then did Jiang Ming realize that Dong Shan had removed his kneecaps...
"Awooo, awooo!"
A heart-wrenching sob escaped Xu Gongzi's lips, and tears mingled with blood streamed from his empty eye sockets...
Jiang Ming was moved and said, "Alright, I know all your grievances, and I will avenge you!"
"Awooo! Awooo!"
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