Yang Yan really did not expect there to be a place that could squeeze him in.
How can there be mountains and waters inside this building?
He struggled to crawl out against the rock, the rough stone rubbing out bloody marks on his skin, the most painful part, however, was the broken bone in his abdomen, it felt as though it was grinding under pressure.
Just then, a strong hand reached out, grabbed the stone in front of his abdomen, and forcefully broke it off with a "snap".
Suddenly he felt a little relief, and as Yang Yan struggled out, he looked up to see the silent face of Pei Ye.
Yang Yan took a few laboured breaths, silently looking at him.
If Pei Ye's face was as heavy as ice, Yang Yan's was like a spray of fire, the frustration on the young face was evident.
"Damn, what connections does Zhao have with that old thief..."
"Sorry." Pei Ye said, "You succeeded, I failed."
