On the yellowed wall, the plastic electronic clock imprinted with plum blossoms ticked to 01:47.
He didn't know what methods this group had used, but the smell of bird droppings mixed with the stench of rotten flesh that had originally filled the living room was almost completely gone. There was even a hint of freshness in the air as he breathed.
Lu Yuan watched as a man in a skin-tight outfit with a buzz cut bent down to retrieve two objects from his feet.
These were the same tools that had just clamped onto him. After activation, they had dug deep into Lu Yuan's flesh. Only now did he clearly see that they were several silver-gray, iron ring-like objects.
He reached out to touch the place on his arm where the iron rings had just clasped and was astounded to find no marks left behind.
"Yellow Bear."
Lu Yuan did a full-body check, then lifted his head to look at the man who called himself Zhou Ling.
"I seem to have heard that term before."
"You certainly should have."
