Under the drive of the desire to live, human potential can indeed be terrifying. Luo Zheng, weak with hunger and thirst, felt a surge of strength. His numbed and frozen thoughts began to clear, and he looked at the two guards with alert and wary eyes. Not long after, Luo Zheng tore open the T-shirt worn under his back and felt for the belt around his waist.
Nails made of clay were neatly lined up on the belt. Luo Zheng touched with his finger and drew one out. His fingers moved deftly, quickly changing direction, and he groped for the rope on his back. Estimating one end, he started cutting with the nail.
The hemp rope was tough and as thick as a thumb, cutting through it wasn't easy. Luo Zheng controlled his anxious emotions, lips tightly closed, eyes watchful of the two guards, while his fingers moved deftly, exerting as much strength as possible within the limited range of movement.
