An ancient tree, deep in the woods.
It takes three people to wrap their arms around this ancient tree, which is incredibly sturdy and thick.
And at this very moment, there are ten people tied firmly to the tree, hanging like a spider's den.
These are the people from the Violent Martial Arts Class, who had gathered together boasting about capturing Lu Xiaobu to torture him.
At this moment, they exchange glances, eyes filled with wry smiles and shock.
Meanwhile, Lu Xiaobu is dragging the eleventh person along.
Effortlessly, he ties them to the tree, hanging them up.
"Alright, that's eleven, just one more to go. It's the woman, right?" Lu Xiaobu claps his hands in satisfaction.
After saying this, Lu Xiaobu turns around and walks away.
"Old Seven, wake up, wake up!"
The first one tied up, Old Nine, who is the short one, starts calling out to the new captive.
"Where am I?"
Old Seven groggily awakens, opens his eyes to look around, and asks confusedly.
