The blood drained from Zhang Tianlun's face. He stared at Ning Chen. "You, you, you..." he blurted.

Feng Qizheng strode over, grabbed Zhang Tianlun by the back of the collar and hauled him up.

Zhang Tianlun cried in panic, "Ning Chen, you trust him that much?"

Ning Chen gave a cold laugh. "Zhang Tianlun, you ought to look in a mirror right now. Take a look at that face of yours, twisted with jealousy and without a shred of shame.

Old Feng is my brother through life and death. You think someone like you can drive a wedge between us?

Zhang Tianlun, did you really think that if you sighed and put on a show of remorse, I'd believe you were sorry and go soft on you? Let me tell you something: a dog can't stop eating shit, and I'll never believe otherwise.

People like you, mediocre but full of yourselves, jealous of anyone with talent... Your followers and your family have all turned their backs on you, and now you're a prisoner. You're jealous that I have brothers who'd lay down their lives for me and women I love who love me back. You're jealous of everything I have, so you wanted to stir up some trouble before you die.

Well, now I'm telling you: you're a piece of trash. You can't even manage to get under my skin."

Zhang Tianlun's face twisted, his eyes savage.

His reaction made it plain that Ning Chen had guessed right.

Ning Chen's voice was cold. "Zhang Tianlun, if you have even a scrap of brains left, you'll tell me where the real Seal is."

Zhang Tianlun bared his teeth. "You'll never know."

Ning Chen looked thoroughly unimpressed. "Zhang Tianlun, I bet you'll talk, and you'll tell me every last detail... You ought to know Old Feng comes from the Inspectorate. Interrogation is what he does best.

Old Feng, he's yours. Use whatever it takes and pry his mouth open... I want to know where the Seal is, where the Zhaohe army is hiding, where he's hidden the warships he meant to escape…