Qingcheng.
West city gate, suburban forest.
Chen Yu, with his hands cuffed in silver, squatted expressionlessly on the snowy ground.
Surrounding him were Transcendents, about twenty or thirty people. As time passed, their numbers were still increasing.
Soon.
The captain and group leader of Squad 1, supporting an injured female instructor and accompanied by a plump neighbor, also arrived at the scene.
"Chen Yu!" the plump neighbor exclaimed joyfully, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"Put me down," the full-bodied female instructor gently pushed the group leader away and, covering her stomach wound, sized up Chen Yu and frowned as she surveyed the area, "Who cuffed him?"
"No one did," a short Transcendent inside the crowd spoke up, "He requested it himself."
"Huh?" the female instructor surprised, looked at Chen Yu.
"Yes. I did it myself," Chen Yu raised his joined hands, "showing off" the handcuffs, "It feels more secure having them on."
Female instructor: "…"
