In a heavily guarded secret room in Dawang Casino, Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue looked especially miserable. They were battered and bruised, the bones in their hands and feet had been broken, and they were shackled to an iron pillar with chains.
"This time, we're really done for," Ma Rufei said despairingly. "Even my master doesn't have the power to save us."
"If Brother Bin asks the Daoyi Sect for help, their experts might come to rescue us," Chen Chaoyue said. "Don't despair."
"The Daoyi Sect? Don't even think about it," Ma Rufei said angrily. "That's a sect that only acts when there's a profit to be made. They took my master's Flying Sword and Spiritual Medicine and even auctioned off his sword. If my master goes to them for help, they'll devour him whole. This is the Island Nation, not our home country. What scruples would they have here?"
"So we're just going to die young?" Chen Chaoyue said in dismay.
