In the dimly lit prison, Liao Yongzhong stood in a bone-like shape, and there were not many human figures... No matter what kind of steel tough guy, when he got here, the results were almost the same. There is almost no need for eighteen torture instruments, and the boundless despair alone can completely engulf people, leaving no scum.

The sound of footsteps broke the deadly silence, and Zhu Yuanzhang took big strides to the front of Liao Yongzhong's cell.

Liao Yongzhong raised his head abruptly when he heard the voice. He narrowed his pupils and looked carefully before he recognized it after a long time.

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