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Yan Zhen looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his huge body swaying violently within the chains as he stared fixedly at Dou Jing. "Deputy... is... is this true?! You and Barton... you..."
He clenched his teeth hard and looked at Dou Jing, who was silent as a stubborn stone.
The ghostly blue runes on the chains still gave off an ice-cold light, illuminating Dou Jing's face, which was covered in blood and deathly stillness.
Li Wuya struggled to lift his head, the veins in his neck bulging as he roared hoarsely in Chen Xiaojun's direction, "Then we die! Oldest did well! This brother will go with you! I only hate that we didn't butcher you—!!"
The cavern fell into dead silence.
The roar just now seemed to have exhausted every sound, leaving only Dou Jing's heavy, desperate panting, rough as a broken bellows, and the cold, drawn-out "buzz—buzz—" of the heavy chains binding the five of them as they made tiny struggles. The sound echoed through the air thick with the scent of blood, making it all the more oppressive.
Chen Xiaojun's gaze swept calmly over Li Wuya before finally landing back on Dou Jing.
"Pry open your mouth, Dou Jing? Perhaps there's no need to go to that much trouble. Your bones may be hard enough, but the 'traces' Barton left on you, and the eyes of these brothers of yours..."
The corner of his mouth seemed to curve in an almost imperceptible arc. "They've already told us more than enough."
His tone suddenly shifted. "Yan Zhen."
Yan Zhen's massive body jerked hard. He raised those chaotic eyes and looked blankly at Chen Xiaojun.
"Your 'deputy,'" Chen Xiaojun said, pointing at Dou Jing, who was panting with his eyes