It turned out that there was more than one rat. Iron Axe looked expressionlessly at one of the arrestees. " You're already the third person to jump ship. The refugees have said that you aren't from the Eastern Region. Do you have any last words?"
The previous two arrestees had confessed everything about their background and purpose after two of their fingers were chopped off with a dagger. Of course, their bodies were already thrown into the canal—Iron Axe was never a kindhearted person. His combat experience in Iron Sand City informed him that the best way to extract information from these evasive characters was to chop their fingers off one by one. However, what surprised him was that this fella, who knelt on the floor with his hands tied behind his back, appeared to be in very good health, as though he had not contracted the disease.
Could he be a death warrior from a faction somewhere?
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