The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the lights blazed brilliantly as the sea echoed with clamor.
At this very moment, there was one person who understood Ghost-head Chang's feelings all too well, and that person was Nie Zhao.
His joints were twisted backward, his neck forced downward, and several large hands firmly pressed against the back of his neck. His bound hands were likewise gripped by multiple pairs of powerful hands. Because he had been completely unprepared psychologically, his mind was an utter blank.
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