The underground of Jiangchuan Chengnan District always smells of a lingering musty smell mixed with low-quality disinfectant.
"Bang!"
The dull sound of flesh colliding exploded in the dim octagonal cage, accompanied by the heart-wrenching "creak" sound of the bones being overwhelmed.
Qin Yebai was smashed against the barbed wire on the edge like a rag bag, and the rough barbed wire instantly drew several bloody marks on his sweaty back. He groaned, a strong smell of rust rising in his throat and flowing down from the corners of his mouth.
Damn, it hurts.
Qin Yebai bit his back molars and swallowed the bloody saliva in his mouth. He raised his heavy eyelids and stared at the young man opposite who was casually moving his wrist through the old protective mask that was blurred by sweat and full of scratches.
