The heart kept beating, the sound of clothing dragging on the ground constantly resonating.
"Lock him up in that room first!"
Someone shouted.
"There's an assassination in the courtyard, we need to go reinforce!"
Su Changxing smelled the scent of blood as he opened his eyes to dim light, a green-shaded chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
Soon after, the surroundings darkened, and he was thrown inside.
"Behave yourself in there!"
A guard in a red sweatshirt scolded, then slammed the door shut.
Su Changxing felt pain all over his body as if he had been brutally beaten. The oppressive environment made him feel as if a heavy weight was constantly pressing down on him.
He could clearly hear the whistle of steam blowing from outside the window.
Everything felt surreal, and he had no idea how he ended up here.
He originally thought he would go to a gathering place for High-level Players, but now it didn't seem to be the case.
