He spoke while lifting his tattered clothes, showing Lu Xi'an the whip marks on his body.
Those tattered clothes barely covered his body initially, so even without him lifting them, Lu Xi'an could already see the clear ribs beneath the skin and the twisted marks on the skin, thick and heavy, as if they were branded directly into his ribs.
"Keep talking."
Lu Xi'an said, "Don't talk about the past. Tell me what happened in the city after the boss died and before you left?"
"After the boss died, before I left... sigh..."
The man sighed wistfully, "We thought that with the boss dead, it'd just be a matter of changing bosses, and life would go on as usual. We'd still have to make offerings, still have to take punishments.
"But we didn't expect that after the boss's death, things would be worse than when he was alive. Several people suddenly emerged in the city, all vying to be the new boss.
