No one knew how long had passed before Ma San regained consciousness and found himself locked in a set of board locks, his whole body immobilized and tied to a thick stone pillar. Around him was a gloomy room, with a large brazier placed in the center, coals burning inside it, skewered with a few rods of Luo Tie.
But after looking at his surroundings, Ma San actually felt somewhat relieved—this was neither the Xuanqing Guard's dungeon nor a cell in the military. By the look of things, this was a privately set place.
"You're awake?"
Ma San's eyes darted forward, and there sat a bald man with a face full of flesh. Ma San recognized the man; it was none other than Flying Dragon, currently the most powerful figure in the Jingxi Territory's Black Market.
And behind Flying Dragon stood the man who had left Ma San a deep impression—Iron Washer Zhang Lie.
