"No, don't kill me!" Zhang Cheng, who had been playing dead, started to wail. "You can't do this! You've already taken everything, so why do you still have to kill me... People can't be like this!"
Everyone from Qingfeng Stronghold recognized Zhang Cheng, and the crowd of captives trussed up nearby knew him even better.
Though he was young, he wielded absolute power in Illusion Mist City, making people both hate and fear him.
No one could have ever imagined a day like this, where he would be sprawled on the ground like a helpless young bride about to be passed around, wailing and screaming, a wretched mess of tears and snot.
The entire plaza was packed with people, but no one said a word. Only Zhang Cheng's wails, so full of grievance they could make it snow in June, echoed endlessly...
The scene was so bizarre it felt surreal to everyone watching...
