Chapter 1698

As they advanced, Frank could feel air getting more damp, with the stench of blood and rot getting even more pungent, to the point that one could throw up.

"A torture chamber?" Frank asked interestedly.

He was no stranger to torture chambers as he met Burt Yorkman in the one at Riverton.

In this case, this place was definitely the one in Zamri.

"Cut the chatter," someone growled as he was led into an elevator that descended below the surface.

Eventually, the thick steel doors parted, and Frank immediately heard the screams.

And they were all, men whose very will was crumbling under the audible crack of whips, and the sizzling hiss of branding iron burning into their skin.

There was maniacal laughter on top of that, along with a stench that was worse than before. And he could feel from the wetness of the floor that it was flooded with ankle-deep puddles down the hallway.

The rug sack on Frank's head was then taken off, and he found himself staring down a pitch-black hallway, as