Both Yang Huaijun and his sister were tied up tightly.
Especially Yang Huaijun.
Her skin was covered in bruises all over, and it was dripping with blood.
Yang Huairou did not know what she had experienced, but she was ruthlessly thrown to the ground.
Even when she was unconscious.
Her body was trembling.
Two of the men in black looked at the brother and sister underground as if they were looking at dead objects.
"Who told you to follow the wrong master?"
