The vibration on the wall hadn't completely dissipated.
Small chunks of cement kept falling off from above.
In the dim room, everyone was petrified, not daring to make a sound.
It was only when Li Chengyi grabbed the leader, tossing him carelessly onto the ground, that people were startled.
The man's agonized howls shocked everyone back to their senses.
"Don't... don't hurt us!!"
Chen Daqi was the first to cry out. His face was pale with fear as he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"We'll talk! We'll say anything!"
"Please don't harm us, we're just a group of common people struggling to survive here," an old man with a weathered face slowly walked out from the corner.
He was dressed in a thick robe, resembling someone who had draped a quilt over themselves, the bright fruit pattern clearly visible even in the dim light.
It looked like a child's bedsheet.
