Hearing the shouting outside, Shang Geyong was the first to get excited.
His body was bound from head to toe like a maggot. Using the words from old storytelling scripts, being tied up this tightly for too long, a person wouldn't die but would certainly end up crippled.
Shang Geyong strenuously wriggled his body, trying to bounce a couple of times to make some noise, a skill he had practiced for days.
Chen Wanjia, however, calmly got up, casually picked up his hammer, weighed it in his hand, and looked at Shang Geyong.
A cold sweat poured down from his head in an instant.
Shang Geyong couldn't help thinking, wasn't this how he had ended up in this mess?
