In the prison belonging to the Ministry of Punishment in Beijing, heavy shackles and chains dragged on the ground, creating loud and piercing clanging sounds. Evil King walked slowly among the prisoners with a face livid with rage.
When he walked out of his cell, he felt as if a century had passed. He noticed a few other imprisoned players silently casting him strange and thought-provoking gazes, and his expression became even more sour. He wanted to immediately kill them to silence them, destroy their corpses to hide the evidence of his shame, and leave this accursed place.
Unfortunately, his qi was sealed, and his hands and feet were bound by shackles that weighed heavily on him. Even the Moksha Realm NPC guards beside him, who were in charge of escorting him, could push him down on the ground with just one finger.
"Hiss…"
