Guo Huaimu looked at his own blood-drenched, severed arm, and fainting from excessive pain, passed out.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself hanging from a thick, withered tree.
Due to having lost one hand, he was tied up by the other, living a fate worse than death.
Eighth Prince sat on a Taishi Chair drinking wine, speaking coldly.
"Guo Huaimu, how do you intend to compensate me for my twenty thousand soldiers? If I let you go back now, with empty hands, do you think Inspector would let you off?"
"Water, Eighth Prince, I beg you, give me a sip of water."
Guo Huaimu pleaded weakly. From the earthquake in the evening onward, he had been going on disaster relief with Inspector, and since then, had not had any water.
But Eighth Prince didn't care about Guo Huaimu's request at all. Right in front of him, he poured a bowl of water onto the ground, not letting Guo Huaimu have a single sip.
"Do you even deserve to drink water? Bring in the punishment!"
