Xu Lin's gaze pierced through the somewhat aged window, and the scene inside the room instantly came into view.
Marcus stood firmly in the center of the room like a towering iron pagodas.
Before him knelt a group of wretched-looking Black men. Some had bruised and swollen faces, the dark marks standing out strikingly against their deeply pigmented skin; others had blood smeared across their faces, droplets slowly trickling down their cheeks to pool into a small, dark red puddle on the floor.
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