"I know I was wrong! I know I was wrong!"
Yu Xiaogang curled up in the corner by the door, his body trembling uncontrollably.
He was not truly confessing his guilt. Rather, this familiar environment had triggered the deepest fear in his heart.
Scenes of what he had endured in Nuoding City Prison kept surfacing in his mind.
A profound sense of helplessness nearly crushed his nerves.
"What the hell are you making so much noise for?!"
An impatient voice came from the shadows of the room.
Yu Xiaogang shuddered and hurriedly looked up.
A burly figure was crouched there, hair hanging loose like a beast lying in wait.
"Shut the hell up!"
the man cursed, his voice thick with hostility.
"If you keep howling like a ghost, I'll help you ruin that throat for good!"
As he spoke, he suddenly rose to his feet, revealing a vicious scar beneath his disheveled hair.
Yu Xiaogang went cold all over, every sound lodged in his throat.
He instinctively shrank back, scrambling and crawling into the corner farthest from Scarface.
As time passed, the fear in Yu Xiaogang's heart gradually faded, replaced by resentment.
Bibi Dong!
She had truly shown no regard for their past!
Yu Xiaogang shook his head and laughed bitterly inwardly. "Heh, she is the Pope now. Why would she think anything of a level twenty-nine piece of trash like me?"
And Yu Cheng!
Thinking of the "chief culprit" who had landed him in prison, Yu Xiaogang's gaze gradually turned cold.
Why should a theory that could not even stand up to scrutiny be called master-level?
Why should it be admired by the entire Soul Master world?
Just because he had happened to discover Whale Rubber?
"Just wait!"
Yu Xiaogang buried his face in his knees and roared soundlessly