"But if you really need this guy, we can just use another one with slightly lesser crimes for the public execution. It's all the same, anyway," the Warden explained, puffing on a dark cigar.
"This one will do," Ai Jin said, patting the frail-looking man's shoulder as if inspecting goods.
The man's hands and feet were bound tightly, leaving him propped against the wall like a stiff rod.
Clamps held his eyelids permanently open, and his mouth was stuffed and gagged.
He could make no sound, nor could he ever close his eyes.
Just being restrained like this was an excruciating form of torture.
Ai Jin said harshly, "For scum like this, no death is too cruel."
"By the way… about me taking him," Ai Jin said, looking at the Warden.
"Haha, don't you worry, Brother Ai Jin. This man couldn't withstand our interrogation and committed suicide."
"Of course, we'd also appreciate it if you could send us a recording of his death, Brother Ai Jin. Just to put our minds at ease."
