When Han Yu opened his eyes again, he realized he was no longer in the outskirts.
His entire body felt numb, sore, swollen, and painful, with all sorts of sensations, while underneath him was something terrifyingly hard.
He reached out to feel it—steel plate!
No wonder it felt so uncomfortable lying here...
Damn!
Why is there a steel plate here?
Han Yu was instantly alert, his mind cleared, and he looked around to find himself in an iron cell forged with pure steel.
The surroundings were empty, with another iron cell next to his, where a head as swollen as a pig's was staring blankly at him.
Yankong's face was filled with hatred, and his teeth were practically grinding out sparks.
If it weren't for this guy, how could I have suffered so much pain?
"Haha! You finally got your comeuppance today, serves you right."
Another voice of laughter echoed, filled with the satisfaction of vengeance.
