Cold water dripped onto the neck, and the person in handcuffs stirred awake.
Wang Zhanting blinked his eyes, discovering he was in a place similar to an underground sewer. The humid air was somewhat breathable, with slippery moss underfoot and a pool of water beneath his backside, leaving him in an indescribable disarray.
As he surveyed the surroundings, he realized there was no one else around, except for himself. Above him, an iron lamp flickered, emitting a dim yellow glow.
"Is anyone there?" Wang Zhanting shouted, shaking his hands as he touched nothing but water. "What exactly do you want by capturing me?"
Click! Click!
The sound of leather shoes stepping on the concrete echoed, drawing nearer. Wang Zhanting wanted to turn around to see the person clearly, but due to being handcuffed, he could only glimpse a shadow.
"Hey! Let me go. If you want treasure, I'll take you to it."
