In the secret chamber, Long Hua, Li Qing, and Li Lan roughly threw five middle-aged men onto the ground before standing directly behind Shangguan You, watching to see how she would deal with them. It was Zhong Mingyang and Chu Yi's job to handle the hidden violent elements within Beijing, so naturally, it fell to them to find the mastermind. However, no matter how they tried to force them, whatever methods of interrogation they used, the men uttered only one phrase: they knew nothing.
"Speak. What is your purpose?" Shangguan You asked languidly as she sat in the chair, her tone indifferent. She flicked her fingers, and a string of flames burst forth.
The room, which had been somewhat cool, suddenly warmed, even feeling hot. Shangguan You's fingers played deftly with the flames, which danced merrily up and down her hand.
