Song Jian walked in the direction of the sound, turned a street corner, and saw a low, squat building built of bricks and stone in the ruins of a residential building not far away.
This low building looked quite crude, the stones were all hewed from large blocks, contrasting with the surrounding modern architecture.
The door to this house was no more than an iron gate. The thicknesses of the iron bars were the size of an arm, deeply embedded into the stone. To get out would require breaking the surrounding walls, or somehow passing through the gate.
In this cage, a beastman with green skin was imprisoned. This beastman had lost an ear. Trailing down its cheek was a hideous scar. Had this wound been a mere two millimeters away, it would have cost the beastman an eye.
Scars covered his body, appearing like a weathered soldier.
