Though Wu Damming was already in his fifties, his long tenure as village chief, along with the support of the entire Wu family, meant he ruled over White Dragon Village like a tyrant, far from the emperor's reach. He always looked vigorous, but today, in the interrogation room, he seemed frail and despondent, slumped in a chair, his hair completely white, as if wearing a cap of snow.
Just a few short days had aged Wu Damming considerably, making him appear like an old man in his eighties.
"Wu Damming, lift your head, see who has come to visit you."
Luo Yihua shouted at Wu Damming.
Startled, Wu Damming quickly raised his head.
When he saw Zhang Xiaoshan's figure, his eyes immediately filled with a look of intense hatred and animosity.
"Zhang Xiaoshan, you little rat, you dare to see me."
As he spoke, his teeth clenched with such vehemence as if he could only be satisfied by biting through his cheeks.
Zhang Xiaoshan walked up to Wu Damming and coldly looked down at him, saying,
