The cell could hold about seven or eight people. It was cold, dim, and damp—hardly surprising, given the typical prison conditions of this era.
Fang Zhen had wanted to conduct the interrogation alone, but Dalia insisted on coming, so he allowed her to descend with Matthew, Agatha, and the others.
「In the interrogation room.」
Tied to a wooden rack inside was the Elder Mage, a man in his fifties.
The Elder Mage's physique was surprisingly robust. His chest was thick with well-developed pectoral muscles. With his shirt off, his brawny frame looked more like a professional wrestler's than a Mage's.
Of course, it was fortunate the Elder Mage had such muscles. Even so, a section of his chest was caved in, and he was struggling to breathe. If Fang Zhen hadn't held back on that kick, intending to take him alive, the man would likely be dead already.
The Elder Mage's breathing was like a bellows, his lungs likely injured by the bullet and Fang Zhen's heavy kick.
