Having been the first to take a beating and thus having the most experience, Nie Jiayu guessed correctly.
It was already eleven o'clock at night—a normal, ordinary night for anyone stationed at the HMS Tamar military base.
Yet in the basement level, down a corridor of the intelligence station that should have been dead silent, there echoed the dull thuds of someone pounding a heavy sandbag, accompanied by the heavy, ragged gasps of a brutal struggle.
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