In the underground prison of the military base, An Nan was awakened from unconsciousness by a splash of cold water. When he could see clearly again, his half-burned face twisted into an extremely ugly smile, "Looks like Dongshan couldn't save me out after all, what a pity."
He was completely restrained, unable to move at all, and could only ask the man opposite him for help, "Hey, could you check my head for me, see if it's been caved in?"
Long Que sat opposite him, lighting a cigarette and hummed in affirmation.
An Nan laughed hoarsely, "Really cruel, what's the story with this Lu Bu'er? Your protégé? To think she's mastered your sister's Technique, truly twisted."
Long Que shook his head, "Just a friend."
"A person like you has friends?"
An Nan scoffed, "You can kill your own sister, what does a friend mean to you? Don't think nobody knows what happened on Sacred Mountain all those years ago. Man acts, heaven watches."
