Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 987

The group followed Patrick inside, with Carissa holding Lulu's hand the entire way.

The two Westhaven spies were brought in, their clothes torn and bloodstained. Their faces were so swollen that it was impossible to distinguish their features, as though they had been slapped dozens of times. Forced to kneel on the ground, they were struggling to stay upright, their bodies nearly falling forward.

Lulu's eyes were red, filled with searing rage. Like Carissa, she had never once forgotten the terrible tragedy of the massacre at Northwatch Estate. Now that the larger situation had been settled, she could finally take revenge for her family and for Melanie.

The pain and fury in her heart surged forth like a tidal wave. She wanted to rush up and beat them senseless, but she couldn't afford to lose her composure in front of Patrick or embarrass Rafael and Carissa.

"When these two spies were brought to the Ministry of Justice, they still had defiant looks on their faces, as if they were ready to die. I didn't order them to be tortured, but some individuals, driven by personal emotions, slapped them a few times. As for the injuries on their bodies, they were already like this when they arrived," Patrick explained.

Rafael had heard from Winona that after they were captured, the men were pummeled before being brought back. He nodded in acknowledgment of Patrick's words, then instructed Travis to take the spies to the Sinclair family's cemetery.

The dim glow of the lanterns barely illuminated the road ahead. Travis tied the spies to the front of the carriage. As he drove the horses, the memory of the Sinclair family's slaughter made him lash out with the horse whip and strike them. When they reached the Sinclair family cemetery, Travis untied the men and kicked them to the ground.

Lulu charged forward, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks. Her hands swung wildly, landing slap after slap across their faces. However, the fury and pain in her chest remained unsatisfied. No one stopped her. They allowed her to vent her anger, though it pained them to see the usually sweet and innocent Lulu become so unrecognizable in her wrath.

The two spies were beaten to the ground, blood spilling from their mouths. Their already swollen faces now had blood seeping from the wounds, turning them into grotesque masks of agony.

One of the spies pushed himself up with his hands on the ground and roared, "You think only the lives of your people are worth something? What about the lives of Westhaven's people? Why do you have the right to slaughter our citizens without restraint? Why?"