Inside the dungeon.
"Don't hit me anymore! I promise I'll be a decent person in the future."
"Help!"
"Lord, spare me, please!"
Wang Baoliu and the others had been practicing their Head of Steel technique all this time but had only ever rammed into tree trunks. Now, hitting people... how should they describe the feeling?
It was simply exhilarating.
At this moment.
Zhao Desheng entered the dungeon and heard cries of agony from afar. As expected, the members of the Serpent Gang were tied up on wooden racks. But the actions of Bao Liu and the others puzzled him.
What kind of new punishment is this?
Headbutting people?
"Old Zhao, what brings you here today?" Lin Fan asked, knowing Zhao Desheng was a busy man. Last time, despite his severe injuries, Zhao woke up and immediately threw himself into work. This time, after a simple bandage, he was back at it again. His spirit was truly commendable.
