In the deepest cell within the dark, wet and moldy dungeons, all that could be heard were the sounds of violent beatings echoing out.
Bam! Pah! Bam!
The screams and pleas were too gruesome, causing the few inmates a little further away to subconsciously step back in horror.
They stared at the dark void of a hallway, trying their best to keep their cool.
F***!
What the devil was going on here?
Pah! Bam! Bam! Boom!
Timberland's bones continuously cracked.
And all he could think of was cursing the Baymardians in his heart. Of course, he has long thought of his game plan too.
Like he said, if he had to suffer, then Baymard would too.
It was about time someone tumbled on their regime.
In this world, not everyone might like another.
When it came to Baymard, most people liked them since they indeed lived up to their name.
