A Tragic

"Tell me. Where are those two people now?"

Elder Zheng was grim-faced, staring coldly at Hu Qingsong as if he was interrogating a prisoner.

"I do not know."

Hu Qingsong said, shaking his head. "I only met them by chance. They are not even my friends, so how would I know where they went?" he added.

"You do not know?"

A cruel look flashed across Elder Zheng's face. Ominously, Inner True Force burst from his palms, forming a long whip of shimmering energy, and he lashed Hu Qingsong mercilessly.

THWACK!

Hu Qingsong wailed in agony as the energy-charged whip ripped across his chest, leaving a long lash mark that looked like a knife had sliced through his flesh. The wound started bleeding profusely, and in excruciating pain, Hu Qingsong groaned loudly again. 

"Supervisor Hu!"

Watching his supervisor being tortured while he helplessly watched without being able to could do anything made Luo Jinshi feel anguished.