The prison guard behind him had lost all patience and kicked him viciously.
"What are you dawdling for! Get a move on!"
Han Tong staggered a few steps, nearly falling to the ground. He turned his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.
'When had he ever suffered such humiliation?' But times were different. Now, he was just a death-row prisoner being escorted to the execution grounds.
'Even if people walked all over him, he had no choice but to endure it!'
The prison guard stepped forward, grabbed him, and gave him a hard shove.
"Go! Don't delay the execution hour!"
Han Tong shuddered. 'In that moment, he finally understood there was no chance of turning the tables!'
When he reached the gate and saw the prisoner's cart, Han Tong's face grew even paler, and his legs began to feel weak.
An indescribable fear welled up from deep within him, swiftly consuming him and causing his shoulders to tremble involuntarily.
