Having worked at the Ministry of Justice for many years, Fan Chengzhuo had witnessed countless interrogation methods and was long past being surprised by them.
But hearing Shen Yanchuan's words, his heart still pounded uncontrollably.
Who didn't know what the men of the Black Cavalry Guard were capable of!
They could make a dead man talk, let alone a living one!
'If they really fell into Shen Yanchuan's hands, then I'm afraid…'
Fan Chengzhuo's expression was grim. He furrowed his brow and said, "Princely Heir, this incident happened at the Ministry of Justice, after all. I am undeniably responsible, so how can I stand aside? We should still—"
