In this moment, a boundless rage surged within Gu Chen's heart, and he couldn't contain his fury. His eyes were bloodshot, his sanity nearly lost as the majestic internal energy accumulated over more than a hundred years burst forth instantaneously, conjuring a fierce wind out of nowhere within the interrogation room.
Sensing this energy, Zhou Qing raised his eyebrows in surprise, his gaze toward Gu Chen filled with a trace of unusual interest.
Whoosh!
In an instant, Gu Chen was in front of Gu Chengfeng, sending the jailer with the branding iron flying to the side with a direct hit.
The last vestiges of his sanity kept him from using lethal force; otherwise, that jailer would likely have died on the spot.
"Uncle..."
Seeing Gu Chengfeng covered in blood, his breathing weak, Gu Chen trembled with an anger he had never felt before.
Gu Chengfeng lifted his head, and upon seeing Gu Chen, showed clear confusion. He spoke feebly, "Eldest Son... why are you here..."