"All right, Old Badger, I'll follow your lead."
Blood Jackal straightened his body, twisting his thick neck with disinterest, the joints snapping like popping beans.
He turned around, his gaze crossing most of the living room, landing on another figure bound in front of a load-bearing pillar.
It was a man drenched in blood.
His waist was tightly locked to the pillar by two iron chains as thick as adult arms.
His arms hung at twisted angles, the shoulder joints obviously dislocated and completely immobile.
The kneecaps of both legs were smashed with a blunt instrument, hanging limply, with only a layer of skin and flesh connecting them.
Blood dripped from the tattered edges of his clothes onto the ground, pooling into a dark red stain.
"Li Jie, you've rested enough, time to wake up!"
Blood Jackal grinned, as if seeing a new toy, and walked over.
He extended his right foot, wearing hard-soled military boots, and stepped on the fractured shin bone of Li Jie, grinding it hard.
