Night. On the outskirts of Henghai Provincial City.
In a laboratory filled with the stench of blood and disarray, yet cluttered with various instruments and equipment.
Sun Li and Zhang Yi were bound hand and foot to iron chairs. They watched a man on an iron bed struggle and scream in agony, their lovely faces pale and their delicate bodies quivering with fear.
"Miss Zhang, there's no need to be afraid. It will be your turn very soon."
At that moment, a playful male voice came from behind them.
The two women turned their heads, their eyes widening in shock.
With a trembling voice, Sun Li asked, "Are you... Zeng Xin from the final match of the Martial Heaven Grand Ceremony?"
Zeng Xin merely smiled faintly, saying nothing.
Sun Li suddenly struggled violently and yelled, "What do you want with us? Why did you capture us?!"
"How on earth did we offend you?!"
Zeng Xin still said nothing, only staring thoughtfully at the iron bed before him.
