A middle-aged man with dishevelled hair stood up.
"I am Qi Changsheng! What do you need, Mr. Chen? Just say the word! Even if you ask for my life, I won't hesitate to surrender it to you!"
After wiping away the bloodstains off his face, one could tell that he was about 40. However, that hoarse, raspy voice sounded coarse and weathered, like it belonged to an elderly.
Most of their voice cords were damaged after screaming in agony while being subjected to inhumane torture.
Chen Xiaobei had freed them from this hellhole of misery.
Qi Changsheng meant every word when he said that he was willing to give up his life for Chen Xiaobei.
"I understand your voracity, and I will do everything in power to protect those who follow me willingly! I will do my best to not only keep you from death but also from any injuries!" Chen Xiaobei expressed his sentiments.
The people he recruited were skilled assets, not dispensable cannon-fodder.
