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Zhang Ting, seeing the situation, pressed further, "Zhang Wu, at this point, do you still intend to deny it?"
Old Zhang hurriedly waved his hands, shaking his head in desperation. "My lord, I truly know nothing about this!"
At that moment, Old Zhang was filled with sorrow; despair and helplessness were etched on his face, tears welling in his eyes but refusing to fall. He shook his head repeatedly, muttering, "I really don’t know! This matter has nothing to do with me!"
Yet reality was cruel; Gongfu's testimony was like a sharp sword, pointing directly at him. Gongfu adamantly claimed to have witnessed the entire incident firsthand. Compared to Li Wangshi's earlier statements, Gongfu's words sounded far more credible. After all, Li Wangshi had only heard rumors, while Gongfu was an eyewitness.
Faced with such a situation, Old Zhang was frantic and shouted loudly, "My lord, if you do not believe me, you can send someone to the fabric shop to search thoroughly and see if there is any evidence that can prove my innocence!"
Zhang Ting nodded slightly in acknowledgment of Old Zhang's suggestion and replied, "I have already dispatched people to the fabric shop to investigate. Please remain calm; it won't be long before we know the results."
As time passed second by second, the atmosphere around them grew increasingly tense. Everyone anxiously awaited news from the search, none daring to break the silence.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time had passed, several Yayi slowly walked in from outside. The leading figure had a serious expression as he approached Zhang Ting and cupped his fists in greeting before speaking. "My lord, this is what we found during our search."
As he spoke, he handed over a tightly wrapped package. Zhang Ting received it and carefully placed it on the table. Then he slowly untied the strings of the package. As it opened little by little, its contents gradually came into view.
Everyone focused intently on the package and saw that it contained several pieces of black cloth along with some fire starters and similar items. A cold smile crept onto Zhang Ting's lips as he said in a chilling tone, "Zhang Wu, at this point, what else do you have to say?"
Old Zhang’s face was filled with doubt as he thought to himself: What is going on? I can’t make sense of this at all!
Seeing that Old Zhang still dared to argue and deny it, Zhang Ting's expression darkened instantly. A glint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he commanded without hesitation, "Bring him here; let’s apply some torture!"
Hearing this, Old Zhang was filled with terror as he watched several fierce-looking Yayi approach him step by step. He felt his legs tremble like sifted flour; he could hardly muster the strength to stand.
Old Zhang was dragged down like a lamb to the slaughter by several fierce Yayi.
Before long, his anguished cries echoed from outside the hall, piercing the silence and sending chills down everyone's spine.
With each shrill scream that rang out, the punishment board came crashing down on Old Zhang's body again and again, creating a scene that was utterly unbearable to witness.
The relentless strikes continued for a full forty times before the torture finally ceased.
At that moment, two Yayi returned to the hall, dragging a battered and barely conscious Old Zhang behind them.
As everyone focused their gaze, they saw that Old Zhang's backside was already torn and bloodied, a gruesome sight that left his clothes soaked in crimson. Blood even seeped through the fabric, making it a heart-wrenching spectacle.
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