Within the camp.

Although the atmosphere was originally somewhat solemn, Zhu Gang’s face still maintained a relatively calm expression.

He seemed to be thinking about something, yet also seemed to be suppressing his inner emotions.

However, with the complete disappearance of Zhang Changshi, the situation suddenly changed.

In an instant, the relatively calm expression on Zhu Gang’s face suddenly became like ripples on a lake hit by a storm, and gradually became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The change in his expression was like the night quickly swallowing up the day, which made people shudder.

Then his brows seemed to be pulled violently by an invisible and powerful force and twisted tightly together.

It was like two sharp blades about to clash, with a deep “Chuan” character forced out in the middle.

The word “Chuan” seems to be engraved with endless anger and doubt, telling of Zhu Gang’s inner unrest at the moment.

At the same time, a chill suddenly rose in Zhu Gang’s eyes like a turbulent undercurrent.

Perhaps that look originally contained some scrutiny and thoughtfulness, but in the blink of an eye it was like a deep pond in the cold winter, quickly covered with a thick layer of ice.

This layer of ice was so cold that it seemed to freeze everything in the tent.

Anyone who looks into its eyes will feel as if they are falling into an ice cellar, and the blood in their body will seem to freeze.

Everyone present was shocked by this sudden change, and the entire tent fell into a suffocating silence.

Just as Zhu Gang’s eyes turned completely into bone-chilling cold, the corners of his mouth also quietly changed.

I saw the corners of his mouth slightly turned down. The movement was extremely subtle, but it seemed to contain a tremendous force, bringing out an indescribable coldness and majesty.

The chill was like the cold wind from the Netherworld, capable of penetrating one’s bones.

And that majesty is like a mountain pressing down on one’s head, causing awe and fear to arise from the bottom of one’s heart.

At this moment, Zhu Gang is like a volcano about to erupt.

It looks calm on the surface, but magma is surging inside.

The suppressed anger burned fiercely in the heart, and it could break through the fragile surface at any time.

It gushed out like a raging torrent, swallowing up everything around it.

Feeling this powerful and terrifying pressure, everyone present seemed to be cast under a spell and their bodies froze instantly.

Then, as if forced by an invisible force, they all lowered their heads, not daring to meet Zhu Gang’s eyes that were filled with anger and majesty.

Everyone held their breath, as if any louder breathing would become the fuse that triggered Zhu Gang’s anger.

The entire tent was instantly shrouded in an extremely depressing atmosphere, which was like an airtight net that tightly bound everyone inside.

The air seemed to become sticky, making people feel as if a huge rock was pressing on their chest, making it difficult to breathe.

The tent was so quiet that the only sound was the nervous heartbeats of the people, which sounded like the beating of war drums echoing in this depressing space, further highlighting the tension and solemnity of the situation at the moment.

“Don’t be nervous, after all, you haven’t made any mistakes, and I will never embarrass you for no reason.

Now please follow me to the parade ground to oversee the public execution of Zhang Changshi.”

Zhu Gang’s order in the tent was like a heavy hammer, shaking the air with unquestionable majesty.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. How could they dare to disobey in the slightest?
They all looked terrified, with awe and tension in their eyes.

Some of them had their hands trembling slightly and were busy tidying up their clothes, as if they wanted to maintain their final dignity before leaving the tent.

Some of them raised their heads cautiously and secretly glanced at Zhu Gang’s gloomy face.

Only after confirming that there were no other instructions did he dare to move.

Then everyone turned around, walking hurriedly but as quietly as possible, for fear of making too loud a noise and angering Zhu Gang again.

Like frightened quails, they hurried out of the tent. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps and the friction of clothes rang out in the tent, breaking the suffocating silence.

As they walked out of the tent, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but still did not dare to let their guard down.

Only when we walked completely out of the tent did we feel like we were out of the danger zone.

But that lingering feeling of fear still lingers in the hearts of everyone present.

At this time, Zhang Changshi’s situation had changed drastically.

He was mercilessly stripped by members of the Hidden Dragon Guard assassination team, leaving only his underwear. The thin fabric shivered in the cold wind, as if wailing for his miserable situation.

Zhang Changshi lay face down on the cold execution platform, which was emitting a cold glow, as if it had already swallowed up the fear and despair of countless people.

Zhang Changshi’s hair was disheveled, and a few strands of hair stuck to his face, which was covered in sweat from fear.

The eyes were empty and lifeless, staring straight at the rough surface of the execution platform.

Zhang Changshi’s face was now pale and his lips were trembling slightly.

He seemed to want to say something, but was choked by endless fear.

At this moment, he had completely lost the calm look he usually had in the tent. He looked like a lamb to be slaughtered, resigned to his fate.

The cold wind whistled past, making Zhang Changshi’s inner clothes rustle.

He had no reaction to this, as if he had completely given up struggling and was just waiting for the unknown and terrible fate to come.

Everything around him, whether it was the gloomy torture instruments or the looming human figures not far away, seemed like demons that were about to drag Zhang Changshi into the endless dark abyss.

However, he could only wait for the final judgment on this cold execution platform.

Zhu Gang’s face was as gloomy as iron. He stood not far from the execution platform, emitting a terrifying aura.

He raised his chin slightly, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Gang gave an order, and the voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying endless majesty and anger.

“Execution!”

These two short words, like a sharp thunder that cuts through the night sky, instantly broke the oppressive silence around them.

As soon as the words came out, two burly executioner soldiers immediately took action.

They held the military stick firmly in both hands, which weighed 10 kilograms.

The stick was shiny and glossy, reflecting a cold light in the sun.

As the executioner swung the stick vigorously, the military stick fell on Zhang Changshi’s back as densely as raindrops.

Every time it fell, it was accompanied by a dull sound, and that sound seemed to knock on the hearts of everyone present, making people tremble.

The moment the military stick touched Zhang Changshi’s back, power exploded instantly.

His body convulsed violently in pain and a suppressed groan came from his mouth.

The thin inner garment was soon torn into pieces by the heavy blows from the military stick.

Traces of blood seeped out, staining the torn cloth red.

Zhang Changshi clenched his teeth tightly, trying to endure the excruciating pain.

However, from his slightly trembling body and the beads of sweat on his forehead, it can be seen that the pain has exceeded the limit that ordinary people can endure.

But the military sticks that kept falling like raindrops showed no sign of stopping.

It seemed as if Zhu Gang wanted to vent all his anger on Zhang Changshi through this military stick.

(End of this chapter)