Chapter 1472: This old guy's got something

Shi Song glared at Elder Zhang before him, gritting his teeth as he spoke; hearing this, the steward beside him was utterly bewildered.

There's still a secret move not used? No way, weren't all the Discipline Hall's methods already used? What other methods are there?

The steward was momentarily confused, but under Shi Song's direction, he still escorted Elder Zhang all the way to the canteen.

Looking at the canteen ahead, the two stewards seemed to think of something, staring at Shi Song in disbelief.

"Elder, you wouldn't be thinking.................."

"Hmph, I don't believe this old thing can hold out; go, tie him to that pole over there."

Shi Song let out a cold snort; hearing this, the two stewards clearly understood what he intended, and as instructed, they tied Elder Zhang to that pole.

Just as the two stewards were moving, Ye Zhangqing also heard the news and rushed over.

Seeing Elder Zhang reduced to such a state, Ye Zhangqing asked curiously.

"Elder, what are you doing?"

"This guy is the one who previously killed the Yuzhu Feng disciples; my Law Enforcement Hall interrogated them for several days, the others have already confessed, but he's tight-lipped."

"Then, since that's the case, the others' confessions are enough."

"No, I must pry open his mouth."

"Ye Zhangqing, temporarily leave this person here; don't worry, I'll arrange guards—you needn't concern yourself, just do what you should; I want to see how long he can endure."

Seeing Shi Song's stubborn appearance, Ye Zhangqing also shook his head helplessly.

Knowing his stubbornness had flared up again, and also knowing what he intended by bringing the person here.

He didn't say more; anyway, he didn't need to worry, as the Law Enforcement Hall personnel would stand guard.

"All right, Elder, just let me know if you need anything."

"No need."

Elder Zhang also didn't know why he had been brought here; he had endured the lightless black prison before, so does changing locations really think it can make him submit?

It's simply a joke; impossible, absolutely impossible.

Elder Zhang remained indifferent, as if he couldn't even get angry; if not for his breath, he'd be no different from a corpse.

Seeing this, Shi Song didn't say more, merely let out a cold snort and then turned and left.

At dinnertime that day, after the disciples had competed, as soon as they entered the canteen's doors, they saw Elder Zhang tied to the pillar.

They all wondered aloud.

"What's going on?"

"Who is this guy? How pitiful."

"I heard it was brought by the Law Enforcement Hall, the ones who previously killed the Yuzhu Feng disciples."

"Why bring him to the canteen?"

"It seems this guy is too tight-lipped; the Law Enforcement Hall tried all sorts of methods but couldn't pry him open, so they finally brought him to the canteen."

"Oh, I get it."

Turns out it's those who killed the Yuzhu Feng disciples; although Elder Zhang looked horrendous, some disciples still felt pity.

But upon learning his identity, that pity vanished instantly; this old thing doesn't deserve sympathy.

Elder Zhang had two Law Enforcement Hall stewards guarding him, yet the two had not the slightest complaint about this unpleasant duty.

Because Ye Zhangqing had said earlier, they would stay in the canteen these days, and at mealtime he would reserve a portion for them.

This made the two stewards overjoyed; normally, due to many Law Enforcement Hall duties, they often missed mealtime.

Moreover, even if they hadn't missed it, with their steward status, trying to snag a spot was extremely difficult.

But now, without competing or queuing, they can just eat; what a divine treatment.

Sure enough, when mealtime arrived, Shan Hu this kid came running over with two big bowls of food.

"This is what my elder brother left for you."

"Thank you, Elder Ye."

Taking the bowls, the two stewards grinned so wide their mouths almost couldn't close; what a good thing—this meal is so steady, they've never experienced this before.

As the food arrived, a rich fragrance also drifted into Elder Zhang's nose.

Originally listless, he suddenly seemed to gain some expression in his eyes, and unable to resist, he slowly opened his eyes to look at the two stewards happily feasting.

But at this moment the two stewards had no time to pay him any mind, each busily lowering their heads to devour the food.

Come to think of it, they hadn't eaten canteen food for several days; this time they've really landed a cushy assignment.

And seeing the two stewards eat so deliciously, Elder Zhang couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Although he forced his eyes shut again, that aroma was unstoppable, making him involuntarily gulp.

Until the meal finished, Elder Zhang felt as if he had endured a century.

This feeling is practically worse than being in the Law Enforcement Hall's black prison; which bastard came up with this punishment?

Around, after eating and drinking their fill, many disciples also stepped forward curiously to observe.

"Steward, has the old man confessed?"

"He hasn't said anything."

"Huh? This old man can actually endure this? He's got something."

"Heh, what's there to panic about? This is only the first meal."

A disciple marveled, this old thing actually endured Elder Ye's food? He's got something.

If it were someone else, they'd probably already be wailing and begging for mercy, but this old man—look at him, eyes tightly shut, appearing asleep, just his face looks a bit ferocious.

Even Elder Ye's food had no effect?

But some disciples didn't care, saying.

This has only just started—look at this old thing, you can tell he's holding back.

Exactly, but Elder Yè's meals aren't something you can just endure by saying so.

I reckon he'll break by tomorrow at the latest.

It's not that this old thing is so stubborn—I think he can hold out another two days.

The disciples chatted among themselves, but they didn't get too close, after all this person had been brought by the Law Enforcement Hall, and without permission no one could just approach.

Those two Law Enforcement Hall Stewards had no mind to hear this now, even nearly forgetting the old man behind them.

Both were relishing that previous bowl of food—so delicious, indeed it had to be the canteen, and it had to be Elder Yè.

One of the Stewards wore a satisfied smile, and sent a Spiritual Voice Transmission to the other:

If that's so, as long as we stay here we'll get to eat every meal?

Yeah, you didn't hear Elder Yè say? This old thing doesn't open his mouth all day; we stand guard here, and at every mealtime we get a bite.

Well, if that's so, I have an immature idea.

Huh??? What idea?

Hearing that, the steward turned his head suspiciously toward his companion—'You, guarding a prisoner, can also have an idea? Is this idea too much? Just honestly eat your meal and be done.'